Last night I went to bed at 10:30PM. A strong electromagnetic storm had been going on for the past three hours, as Nibiru is now very close: the skies are very obscured with HAARPed clouds of the chemsprays to create the filters that hide the light sprectrum people would see Nibiru by, which also are toxic to all life, and killing it (all), creating destruction and a world of controllable nanobot technology for the transhuman agenda of Lucifer. Because of the plasma arc-ing, all electrical plugs are pulled from outlets except for the air conditioner, and there are no WiFi devices on, no LED is on either (LiFi), and the cell is debatteried, in a metal box. Any EMFs are from sources outside my apartment.
As I do when lying down to sleep, I thanked God for the day, and cleared my mind and breathed and let go to sleep.
I awoke two hours later (I later found out), after this. I will do my best to record simply what I experienced. There is no “transition” into this Happening; no frame of reference, segue, etc.
I realized that I was looking at a scene my granddaughter Emily had made, perhaps with an animation program: it seemed like I had found this online (now I am blocked from her Instagram, so there is truly no ‘window’ for me into her life), and as I looked at it with the great interest I had, seeing the room, I saw it was of depth, and moving. Like an environmental shadowbox with objects and light and motion.
It was a room I looked into as if there were no wall between me and it. [small diagram] It was warmly lit with glowing golden light from three bay windows (like my girlhood bedroom had) at the wall opposite me. A soft, late afternoon light, not harsh like the light now. I could see that there was some furniture; shelves, things hanging on the walls behind the three chairs arranged in a semi-circle directly in front of me. A rug, perhaps braided like the one I had made when Emily lived with me in 2013, was in the center of the floor, the chairs around it. There were two pieces of white paper on the rug, one to the right and closer to me near the chair to the right-most of the semi-circle, and another toward the center chair. I was straining to read them (they were written on by her). All I can recall is that they expressed her feelings including about our enforced estrangement, and as I studied the scene, I realized it shimmered and was moving, and a cat quickly got up (it had looked like it was curled sleeping) from the left chair and jumped to the center chair, then the chair on the right, and sat. I saw that the cat was a burnished auburn-red colored tabby, and I realized I was seeing something that was happening, not just a painting or drawing.
And I said “Emily, can you hear me?”
After a very short pause, I heard her somewhat hesitantly reply (she is not allowed to interact with me and I am shunned, she was forced at age 11 to cut me out of her life, and she wrote in a book she made and gave to me – a small baby book with inserts she filled of things for me to remember her by “for when you think of me” she said as she took it from her purse and put it in my hand, looking back to see if her dad (my son Max) and his second wife Laura saw her do this – “I tear off a piece of my soul and give it to you for you to keep”): “Yes”. Another very short pause and in a voice that quickly shifted into the confident voice I recognized from when we were allowed to be gramma and granddaughter, she said “And you can see my thoughts and hear what I am thinking.”
And another “page” floated down, as a leaf might settle to the bottom of a pool of water, so thin and delicate, like a gossamer membrane like the inside of an egg the chick hatches from, but thinner, as if it was all color with no backing surface. It [diagram] came right down, obviously intentionally, and I saw it as if it were in a watery atmosphere. As it reached the rug, its edges still quavered and rippled, and the room was full of energy. I looked at the drawing (*it was a drawing she did) enraptured, and it was a white Rose of Sharon flower with carmine-tinted edges and center, and the one flower filled the paper, which never truly ‘settled’, but just-so-delicately hovered over the rug, as if alive.
All of this happened in an instant.
I replied (to her saying to me “and you can see my thoughts”, for all of this happened with no delays: experienced): “It’s beautiful. And I can hear you whistling.” For she had been softly whistling a melody as the flower came down. (Jamie whistled, I whistled, Max whistles.)
And then the room began to dim, and the dimension and ethereal glow withdrew as if a dial had been turned like volume down, and in the pause as I waited then, realizing as it dimmed that she was not going to reply because the portal closed, the veil drew back over, and I rose to my elbows and came to a waking state, no longer dreaming or asleep, and felt the bed and the room around me, and the sound of the ceiling fan and the clock on the wall ticking, and I sobbed, and thanked God for letting us connect in Spirit.
** At first I wondered, awake now, if it was my ~daughter~ Emily I connected with in this experience, a vision, a soul exchange, but quickly realized it was Emme, emily my granddaughter. And the cat, the color of her henna-dyed hair… she loves cats: it was my granddaughter. I got a drink of water, wiped the tears off and blew the mucousal archons of emotional reaction from my nose and again thanked the Most High Father God for giving me this gift, allowing Emily and I to connect in our heart space.
I love you, Emily. [drawing as I always do two connected winged hearts] I am here with you always.
Gramma ❤ ❤
* from her mind’s eye, which through our DNA and pineal glands our spirits communicated
** Because also my daughter is named Emily; my granddaughter Emily is named after her. I named my daughter Emily ‘Emily’ because she did not look like a ‘Ravenna’, the name I had planned to give her at birth, the ‘art capital of Italy” so I named her after the poet whose poems I loved reading then, Emily Dickinson.
This is a restored version update to my This Post Is The Mystery They Hid (opens in a new tab – compare the difference to this one!) blogpost from January 10, 2019. I looked at it in early June, nearly six months after writing the original, and thought “That’s odd, didn’t it say more?” Busy with other things, I made a note to restore it. And it hit me: my GEOSTORM post was missing completely. And I have recently gotten very odd logon messages, which to an ex-LAN/WAN tech like me look all the world like simultaneous logon permission error messages. So, it really should not have been such a slow realization for me that some of my WordPress posts are being altered or deleted. Any semblance of control and proprietary ownership on our parts is really just that: an appearance of autonomy and personal privacy.
As I said online earlier yesterday (above) and at what point will any of us divest and free ourselves of this illusion we participate in? I know it is hard. Doing so is isolating. Eventually, we become erased. The mortal part of ourselves, our endocrine and organ-based self addicted to emotional reactions and comforts deplores the very thought of such sublime detachment. What will it take, therefore, to be
NOT OF THIS WORLD?
Jesus was from Nazareth and a follower of the Essene Way. After coming out of Egypt, where his family took him to protect him from the slaughter of all male children under age two, which was done to keep the prophecied messiah child from living. Nazareth was an Essene community, much-scorned for their separation from worldly ways. They were followers of what the ancient sacred texts call “the Good Religion”, and called themselves simply CHILDREN OF THE LIGHT. The tenets of their beliefs were the oldest non-blood sacrificing or idol-worshipping faith in human record, and were kept diligently by scribes, to the best of their ability. They knew that the truth of what life is and how it is to be lived had to be documented and preserved due to the re-occurring cataclysmic earth resets every 3,400 years (or so). It was only when the Romans burned the Library of Alexandria and began their quest to dominate and rule that the knowledge of these resets became obfuscated and hoarded in secrecy. These cosmological fly-bys did not stop at all. We’re in the early stages of “The Big One” now.
Why is this information kept hidden? Have you heard the phrase “the hidden hand”? That’s a good summation of who ‘they’ are, and what – and why – they are up to: no good! There are dark, dark forces pulling the strings of the puppet show called this world. When Yeshua (Jesus) was about to be birthed, already many foretold prophecies had been fulfilled. While his mother Mary was in labor, a star (*stars are angels) came and stationed itself in the sky over the small shelter. This is how the three different-nationality wise men found him; they saw the star, a divine portent and marker. His birth had been prophecied. And he came of age within the community who understood the divine nature of man before the injection of the serpent seed of Lucifer, who goes by many other names and identities (ID/identification entities – did you realize that meaning?): Ba’al, Baphomet, Moloch, Thoth, Enki, Ahriman, Leviathan, and all the names for the feathered serpent… and whose DEMONS – little satans – are the source of all disease and death of the human body.
“The mystery of the seven stars which thou sawest in my right hand, and the seven golden candlesticks. The seven stars are the angels of the seven churches: and the seven candlesticks which thou sawest are the seven churches.“ – Revelation 1:20
So WHY has this been hidden? (Why does my blog get edited and censored? Why are all of those who are disclosing the truth being persecuted?) Knowing that the next Grand Crossing of Nibiru – the one happening now – was coming, the controllers of this world who are all in obeisance to Lucifer are in a dedicated agenda to rewrite the story of which the end has been already written. The length to which their elaborate ruses go is long: too long for this post, this blog, or any one person to relate. The Ancient of Days knows All Truth, as all truth dwells from within Him in The Law, which is irreducible: the spark that Is Creation, which is only duplicated by the digital realms.
They are doing this intentionally, as they opportunistically capitalize on the existence of archons – disembodied spirits of the nephilim and their descendants – which inhabit human bodies as parasites. The reason this is being done is to destroy humanity and keep souls to harvest for eternity in Sheol. The Anunnaki fallen angels – the Nephilim – feed on pain and trauma, and in service to their king, Lucifer, only lie, steal and murder. Parasites are vectors with which disembodied nephilim and demonic spirits inhabit human bodies and cause sin, disease and death. From Djinn to GMO, for in reality, both are genetically engineered, regardless of the age or aeon of their creation, archons have plagued (and this word is used literally) humankind since their creation.
Jesus taught his disciples and followers how to cleanse their bodies, the true temple of the Most High God, and his teachings are recorded in the Essene Gospels which you can purchase for your Kindle or as a physical book. I made a page here for a starting point for you. It’s just the first of the four gospels at this point (but I will update that ASAP with all, or, like I did, you can get them for offline reading when SHTF). Yeshua taught us what to eat (no dead creatures at all), how to fast and do enemas, how long to fast, and what would happen to the body if one was disobedient to living a life of physical purity. He taught that God is LIGHT. That The Law is LOVE. The meaning of His teachings are the secret of creation. This is the Infinite, witnessed in the Fibonacci Sequence, the Flower of Life. No Duality exists here: All is ONE.
WHAT A THREAT THIS IS TO THE BEING WHO DECEIVES HUMANITY INTO ENSLAVEMENT, WITH RELIGION DILUTED OF MEANING, BASED ON ONLY BLIND FAITH, AND BODIES FULL OF PARASITES PULLING THEM DOWN, WEIGHTED WITH HEAVY METAL STRONGHOLDS. (By the way, have you read my posts on weighted blankets and ascension clothing?)
The genetics of mankind on earth were infiltrated by Lucifer who impregnated Eve (there are other names for her in extrabiblical scriptures, many predating the scribing of what is called the holy bible). After this, she and Adam (Atom) mated, having become physical after losing their Light Bodies once Satan’s seed entered them in what is called The Fall Of Man). She bore fraternal twins: first Cain, then Abel. Cain was Lucifer’s son and murdered his brother Abel: the first blood sacrifice. Now we are all forced to consume our fellow humans in vaccines, food, drink, medical procedures and products, skin creams, stem cell therapies, and blood cells are in the geoengineering sprays all across the face of our planet!
THIS IS WHY WE ARE TO DETOXIFY OUR BODIES.
After you eat, which baits the entities from their positions throughout your body to come to the gut to feed, immediately ingest 6-12 drops of Oregano Essential Oil in a 1/4 cup of distilled water, and follow that with a tablespoon of DE diatomeaceous earth in distilled water. This really knocks them back, since they are weakened and also killed by this, since what they eat is toxic to them (but not to you!). #DetoxHack
Derek Prince, a non-denominational deliverance preacher, came to see that arthritis is demons like cords causing distortion and pain in the body. Below the video (if you rather read) is what I have transcribed much from his video titled SPIRITUAL WARFARE ON EARTH
“A demon will follow a person, and choose the weakest moment and place in a person, and jump in.
Demons defile. They’re dirty. They’re all called “unclean”. They make you feel unclean. They fill your mind with dirty, unclean attitudes, emotions, and thoughts. Particularly if you about to read your bible or worship. Anything that attacks you at a moment like that is probably a demon. You never feel really pure. You can sing about how wonderful the blood of Jesus is, but there’s something in you that doesn’t respond. Demons defile.
Demons torture. Jesus says in Matthew 18, the one who will not forgive his brother or sister, deliver him to the torturers. That means you and me, if we don’t forgive. If we retain bitterness and resentment and unforgiveness, the sentence of jesus is to deliver him to the torturers. Who are the torturers? Demons. Very simple. They torture him anyway. They torture with emotion and fear. With guilt. With some kind of uneasyfeeling that you haven’t done the right thing, but you can never put your finger on it. They torture you physically. I have dealt with many people who have been delivered from the spirit of arthritis. To me, if you look at arthritis, that’s demonic. It twists, it tortures, it incapacitates. Now, please understand that I am not saying that everybody who has arthritis has a demon, but many do.
I recall a scene in South Africa some years ago when Ruth and I were ministering together and praying for the sick, and a person, I think it was a woman, came up with arthritis. And I said to her, I want you to know that I am going to deal with this as a demon. And I said is that okay, and she said yes, and Ruth and I prayed, cast the demon out, and she was delivered. But then I thought to myself, why go through this process with everybody individually, because everybody has seen and heard it. It was a large congregation, so I said anybody who needs delivery from arthritis, will you stand up. Well about thirty people stood up. I prayed, commanding the spirit of arthritis to leave them. Now, I said to the people, don’t sit down until you know you have been delivered. And we went on ministering, but after about half an hour, every one of those people had sat down. Later on, Ruth and I travelled in various parts of South Africa, and we met several people who had been the ones who had stood up and then sat down, and they each testified that they’d been healed. Now please understand, I am not saying that all arthritis is demonic. But if you want to get a real picture of what demons are like, arthritis is a pretty good picture. They torment, they torture, they incapacitate, they bind, they are evil things. And again, there are exceptions to this, but it’s amazing how many people who suffer from arthritis have some kind of bitterness, resentment, or unforgiveness in their heart. I need now say no more. It doesn’t mean that if you have arthritis you have a demon. But if you do have a demon, get rid of it.
Demons compel. They make you do things you really don’t want to do. I would say almost any act or habit that is compulsive is probably demonic. Demons also enslave. They make you slaves. Take the demon of alcohol. It enslaves you. You just CANNOT dowithout your drink. You know it is harmful, you don’t really enjoy it, but you just can’t help yourself. But people can be enslaved by other things. They can be enslaved by television, anger, food, masturbation…Now, put compulsion and enslaving together and you get addiction, and our culture is full of addiction. I would say 99.9% of them are demonic. From 1 Corinthians 6:12-13 “All things are lawful unto me, but all things are not expedient: all things are lawful for me, but I will not be brought under the power of any. Meats for the belly, and the belly for meats: but God shall destroy both it and them. Now the body is not for fornication, but for the Lord; and the Lord for the body.” So overeating and sexual immorality are specifically mentioned by Paul as possible examples of addictions. And an addict is a slave. And I am sorry to say, but the churches are full of addicts. Not all of them are addicts, but there are many, many good christians who are nevertheless slaves. Slaves of masturbation. slaves of idle talk, slaves of defiling habits. Slaves of wrong attitudes. Slaves of eating and drinking.
I have come to see that my body is a temple for the Holy Spirit, and I’m responsible for how I treat that temple. I am not free to defile it, I am not free to make it anything than less good than it should be. I am very careful about what I eat and what I drink. I’m not under any law, but I try to honor God’s Temple.” – Derek Prince, SPIRITUAL WARFARE ON EARTH
Now I will append to this the remaining content of THIS POST IS THE MYSTERY THEY HID. I first include a Chuck Missler video, and then the entire account of an Illuminati family member’s genetic testing results. After that you will read what was done to me yesterday: their attempt to thwart this post, and some observations regarding the proximity of Nibiru RIGHT NOW, and the electromagnetic storms, and preparedness.
SIN IS A GENETIC DEFECT
(This in green, underlined and bolded, is all that was left of my original post!)
SIN IS A GENETIC DEFECT Chuck 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
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”.
Thank you, Steve Quayle Written and shared by him on Feb 21, 2013
When I saw the above image being circulated as “the latest news about the meteor showers!”, I shook my head like Lurch, being the human that I am, with emotions. My next immediate reaction was to PRAISE THE MOST HIGH. Day after day after day, it gets crazier: the world, their lies, how bald-faced they are! We watchers of the skies have been showing and telling others about the three light sources in the sky for some time now! Here’s just one of my posts, from last year. The dishonesty being used to deceive humanity is literally monstrous. “Three radiant light sources”? Look how they take the truth and spin it! ‘Nuff said.
Then my computer was shut down. Unexplainable DNS server issues: all diagnostic tests negated hardware or service provider problems. Then the apparent simultaneous WordPress logon conflicts. Then inexplainable spontaneous shutdowns. I was forced offline; hours of my time consumed. They stop at NOTHING to interfere with my getting the truth out. Such is the life of a Lightworker, we, the Believers in the End Times of the Fig Tree Generation in the Grand Crossing. I am so happy! Smiling, heart soaring! Please, my brethren, know that we are all being tested. This is the crucible time. Carry yourself to the best of your ability as the angel you will be once you are freed from this meatsuit prison!
Yesterday the electromagnetic geostorm whipped up quickly, with 50-60MPH winds, sideways rain, horizon-spanning lightning, and a three-minute total power outage. It became almost as dark as the hours after a ‘normal’ [sic] twilight at 4:30PM EST. At some point, the power will go out and not come back on. There are no replacements for the power grid infrastructure: the ‘authorities’ themselves say it would take at least six months to get them from overseas. The president of the United States himself has warned the American people multiple times to have a six month supply of all necessities. Six months. The proof is right there. Are you as ready as you can be?
Ending here. It’s mid-morning of the second day at this, and once online, it will take some time to format/link/img/etc. I am doing this as quickly as I can. The ‘weather’ has been a low ‘cloud’cover whiteout so far, although I saw majestic angelstarwatchers during the night. And please, if you have comments, for the sake of everyone, do consider using the blog comment feature as opposed to emailing me privately. Or do both – I love hearing from you, and imagine how many others will also benefit from you. It is my heartfelt intention that this post helps you to piece together the mystery they hid over the ages.
Namasté.
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Shapes – you have seen the differing crystals – are tones, 432, baby…
So we make structured water and eat Light food, and are in a test tube of body to be refined. We are already light beings, this is all illusion, all we see. The lower vibrational traumamaker parasites have no power. We have already transcended.
I’ve enjoyed watching these two videos a few times, while in a Himalayan salt, vinegar, DE and lavender, thyme and wintergreen EO bath. The plasma cosmological bodies – including this Ezekiel’s Wheel I photographed WSO featured last summer – dancing in our skies in loyal kept stations is now not implausible in regard to who we are as spirit soul beings. It’s the ruse called science, that mythweed taught to hungry minds, which, like the globe earth lie, denies who we are as Divine Light Beings here to winnow and shape our souls with free will.
It’s happening. You are the music of the spheres in your DNA .
I love you, namaste.
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Well you didn’t wake up this morning ’cause you didn’t go to bed You were watching the whites of your eyes turn red The calendar on your wall is ticking the days off You’ve been reading some old letters You smile and think how much you’ve changed All the money in the world couldn’t buy back those days
You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyes You watch a plane flying across a clear blue sky This is the day your life will surely change This is the day when things fall into place
You could’ve done anything, if you’d wanted And all your friends and family think that you’re lucky But the side of you they’ll never see Is when you’re left alone with the memories That hold your life together like glue
You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyes You watch a plane flying across a clear blue sky This is the day your life will surely change This is the day when things fall into place
This is the day your life will surely change This is the day your life will surely change This is the day your life will surely change
(I began this post this morning, after two days of feeling faint just standing over the faucet for a few seconds/breaths as I tended filling my water distiller).
The municipal water is poisoned, and smells like anesthetic used for surgeries, operating pre-op and post-op recovery rooms COMPLETELY. Or like the numbing lidocaine, novacaine or procaine injections for dental procedures, sutures and bone-setting. I smell bromine in it as well. This is water saturated with active covalent carbon ring chemicals. I should know, I have an associate of science in chemistry and ran the chemistry lab at the local college back in the eighties when going to school still meant something (such as education was and is, coming from the controllers).
DO NOT BREATHE NEAR A FAUCET WHEN USING IT. Use as little as possible. THEY ARE ANESTHETIZING EVERYONE AGAINST THEIR WILL THROUGH THE WATER. Keep your showers and baths as short as possible, and use the coolest temperature you can. Add detox helps like Borax, Epsom salt crystals, Hydrogen Peroxode, Pink Himalayan or Natural sea salt, baking soda, vinegar, lemon juice, essential oils, calcium hypochlorite pool shock, mustard (dry or a jar of cheap yellow), essential oils, diatomaceous earth, bentonite clay, milk… BUT GET IN, SOAK UNTIL THE WATER IS COLD AND THEN RINSE QUICKLY WITH COLD WATER AND GET OUT.
This is war on the human race. We are divine beings of Light, a part of The Creator. At least about 99.999% of us are, or could have been before going past their personal point of no return.
So let me assure you, when I found the footage yesterday which almost exactly shows what I had seen in my dream, I was blown away. I got offline, meditated, slept quite well actually, and have been doing things online and also a good bit of “housekeeping” so that if we are transmuted to the higher spheres with this crossing, if my daughter and son do decide to come claim my possessions, they will find all the writings, digital files of videos, frequencies and protocols, true history, images – all the good stuff I have learned and amassed these last four-plus years since I was targeted with Lyme and Morgellons by the powers-that-be to prevent me from doing exactly what I am doing here: helping to liberate humanity from the parasitic tyranny and destruction of our species in the fallen angel, Luciferian Anunnaki soultrap of transhumanism.
NASA asteroid Earth approach: MILE-WIDE asteroid with its own MINI MOON set to skim Earth
NASA has warned an asteroid big enough to boast its own mini moon will make a near-Earth approach tomorrow. An asteroid binary first spotted 20 years ago will make another close encounter with Earth this week. US space agency NASA has been tracking the brace of space rocks, dubbed KW4. And grainy footage shows the asteroid growing steadily brighter as it approaches Earth ahead of its closest approach tomorrow.
Although classified by NASA as technically “potentially hazardous”, asteroid 1999 KW4 will breeze by safely.
It’s actually quite a complex shape.
Even at its closest, the space rock fly-by 3,216,271 miles from Earth – 13.5 times the distance to the moon.
Asteroid 1999 KW4 is actually two objects, consisting of a larger space rock measuring 0.8 mile across (1.3km) and a mini moon orbiting it.
NASA explained: “The main body (primary) of 1999 KW4 is about 1300 meters across, but is actually quite a complex shape.
“It is slightly squashed at the poles and with a mountain ridge around the equator, which runs all the way around the asteroid,’ according to the observatory.
End of article. That’s it. That’s how they are deceiving the world about The Destroyer!
The image I captured as a still shot is closer to what I dreamt on May 16th, when I woke early in the morning recalling a dream I had just had.
I have had sight since I was very young, meaning all my life. Just one of the reasons the CIA came to my high school FIVE TIMES in 12th grade trying to recruit me (read my bio if you disbelieve). I foresaw my stepfather setting the house on fire and saved my three younger brothers and saved my mother from suicide just at age 11 alone. At age 18, I saw the chemical formula for CocaCola written in the sky, though I had no reason to know it and failed chemistry miserably in 10th grade, not knowing I would love it in college 5 years later, when the instructor, Dr. George Farrant, an ex-Coca Cola industrial chemist-turned-professor wrote it on the blackboard; I recognized it immediately.
I foresaw what is happening now as Wormwood approaches in my end of the world NOT FOR A CONSTANT MOMENT BUT THE WORLD WILL BE OBLITERATED vision at 19, and my brother’s suicide at 24 (he was 20). I have seen UFOs since age 4, spirits, demons, orbs and portals and angels, since a sundog is a NASA lie to refute their existence. My extrasensory perception went into overdrive when I began detoxing in late 2015 in my journey to self-treat and heal from Morgellons and Lyme, and only increases in the metadimensional shift we’re in now.
Here’s what I wrote in my journal when I woke up [CAPITALIZED WORDS LIKE THIS ADDED FOR READER CLARIFICATION]:
Looking toward SW, clear sky, sun would have been off –> SE (see bracketed spot [SUN] for place
DREAM OF SEEING PLANETS ALIGNED IN DAYLIGHT DREAMT AT NIGHT BEFORE WAKING UP MORNING WHEN IT WAS MY FIRST CONSCIOUS THOUGHT
To my surprise, I awoke recalling a dream that the planets aligned in the sky in full daylight and daytime. Not a straight line, more like ot the right (drawing) [THOUGH THE FIRST DRAWING IS PROBABLY ACCURATE AND REMOTE VIEWERS SHOULD NOT SECOND GUESS]. In the dream, I was in the back yard with my neighbor Mary, looking at her garden. I looked up, saw the planets in that alignment, called to her to look. She saw, acknowledged, despite being a skeptic/”objective observer” as she calls it, “choosing not to focus on the negative” when the subject of geoengineering comes up (like most people’s attitudes, “I can’t change it, so I don’t think about it”). But as I marvelled, I realized I should photograph it. Ran into the house, could not find my phone, found it in my purse from my wifi foray sortie yesterday, then woke up. Laid there pretty shocked, it felt so real. Just a few hours before, had woken in night + looked out window –> see + the illuminated sky that is brighter by the day. [NOT SURE WHAT I NEGLECTED TO FINISH THAT WITH NOW] Yesterday began cloudless, but by 11AM the high altitude chem jets trails were making diff kinds of clouds. By eve. they obscured the skies, first focusing on S/SW in AM. When woke from dream ~6:30AM, heard wet street tire sounds. Raining. Yet where “sun” is in SE very bright up there and blue skies intersperse low-atmosphere clouds –> SW! [AT] @ 6:30-7:30AM still as I write, now is sunny, inc[LUDING] SE. People are so biochemically lobotomized.
Compare the two and it appears I had a vision of what NASA decided to show from their land-based, non-CGI actual video recording of Wormwood.
But fear is not a thing we are prey to. We are not in danger, we are on the edge of eternal liberation and joy finally. Anything that would happen to us physically or emotionally is but a blip in the wavelength of our transcendence to our glorious forms of beauty. The word martyr actually means witness. We are witnesses and watchers and our souls this time now to be here, because our souls strove spiritually to fight this battle and we’ve won. ❤
To assist maintaining your high frequency, drink lots of distilled water with alkaline fruit juices in small amounts, eat vegan or vegetarian, eat lightly. I like to keep an old Bragg’s ACV bottle, label removed so advertising cymatics don’t affect my water, which I fill with my home-distilled water that never comes in touch with BPA or plastic. I add lemon or lime juice, some pure stevia (sometimes), a teaspoon of pure vitamin C crystals (you can work up to high dosages, I did) which antioxidate your cells and speed cellular electroconductivity which is your LIGHT INFORMATION NETWORK, and I add MSM – Methysulfonylmethane – because it helps to reverse damage from all geoengineering materials. I sometimes add some of my homemade kombucha or kvass, or herb teas. This is a great time for some valerian root if you feel some anxiety – try the Ascension Tea I make.
Take breaks from tasks to reset your focus and not get stiff in any one thing. Stretch, flop, do yoga, unkink. Burn incense. I use Satya Sai Baba Nag Champa Agarbatti, in the same big box that is the kind my daughter Emily gave me for Christmas in 2004, fifteen years ago. Every time I burn it, or look at the box in my room even, I think of her and share my love in heart thoughts. Also, angels respond to scents and come near those which heighten the spirit. They are repelled by awful smells, like grilling and barbeque… blood, burning flesh, alcohol, and human body waste.
I burn Govinda White Sage sticks, dried rosemary, mint or bay leaves or any flower petals I have managed to dry and save, and Palo Santo sticks. Drops of essential oils here and there (my favorite diffuser just wore out), including when rinsing yourlaundry. Citrus, Mint and Rosemary EOs together are amazing for focus and a quiet mind simulataneously. Calming Lavender is good for now, and Patchouli (had to get up and put some on just writing that!).
Be gentle and circumspect and loving. Listen to frequencies and uplifting non-440 hertz music and tones. Sing, walk, love others. Be alone and meditate and though it may be a constant effort, return to your center because the Light you are is within you. Create, connect and cherish, even if you are alone. Breathe. Breathe deeply and slowly. Breathe the word love in the sign of infinity, the breathing track, the Law of God.
I love you and am writing to you, YOU, as you read this, you feel my love. Should my granddaughter Emily reads this, I love you. Always know that the piece of soul you were made to tear off for me when I was shunned is safe with mine in Love and Light, and you are a divine child of God. I love you all. No one can stop us from loving.
Whether today is the day, we must remember that every day is the day, every moment, every breath, to be who we have always been, divine beauty in the Eye of Our Beholder, the Most High God.
Namaste ❤
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The Western world culture, established post-Columbus/globe theory takeover, compartmentalizes everything. I have intuitively felt an affinity for the Indian Hindu culture since childhood, and daydream about living in Auroville. When I was five years old, and *riding a streetcar into Baltimore City with my mother, the year before they were all torn out, an older Indian woman sat across the center aisle from me, in a beautiful sari with a ruby in her pierced nose and her bindi. I must have stared with interest, as she did look at me back, but my mother made me stop looking, and her response instilled a feeling of a shame no one should have to feel, but that’s how institutionalized SRA works, from top-down and bottom-up.
*Good luck finding articles online which haven’t been rewritten by the controllers to disinform and program anyone searching for truth about why the United States streetcar system was dismantled. Wiki’s page result for my searchstring “end of streetcars america” yeilds the article titled General Motors streetcar conspiracy although in years past, there was real information about it, as I researched this when the internet was new, having grown up there, and curious, since taking streetcars out made no sense, just as tearing down all the neighborhoods to put in project housing, HUD funded entitlement programs all part of the elite destruction of families and society. I will never forget seeing the landscape of cranes, wrecking balls and bulldozed rubble stretching as far as I could see from US Route 40 into the city when I was seven in a schoolbus on a field trip in second grade: it looked like scenes from Black and White World War II films I had seen on television, movies that were on and my father watched. 1966, 1967.
So compartmentalization. I learned select aspects this breathing in training classes for runners, studying aerobics in college while studying nursing, and the selected portion from the Kapalbati technique taught – though it was attributed to Kapalbati at all, of course, because all educational curriculum is designed to compartmentalize, misinform and dumb us down with falsehoods based on psuedoscience and taking GOD from the equation – the hyper-oxygenation to cells by the controlled breaths like this (exactly like this) – was explained as being a “tool for increased O2 delivery to the muscles for sprinters”, increased stamina for marathon runners, and cleansing lactic acid from muscles post-workout (toxins).
So look at how insane it is, how they hide TRUTH.
The Mission style movement in furniture and Cubism in art both arose as creative responses to the compartmentalization practices being thrust upon mankind by the elite. After the Industrial Revolution and with the advent of advertising and commercial consumerism, Picasso and Georges Braque were the pressure-relief seam exploded for all of humanity and simultaneous fueled etheric stress response harvesting – what is behind Tartarus Energy, what Tesla did – and provided harvest monetarily. We saw the Marxist Revolution and killing of real Jews in the Holodor Holocaust, World War I, the Depression and the Dustbowl… ALL STEERED BY THE ELITE (now by the instructions executed by the Bilderberg group). Art will always be a reaction to human energies, and always becomes controlled and this we have PATRONAGE, a system in which those with money and power steer the creative energies of the masses because they themselves, being Luciferian / Saturnalian, cannot create.
Thank you, Chitta Ananda, for your courageous and beautiful dedication to practicing what the human experience should be. Your reply to yesterday’s blogpost was the gift I pass on to others here today. I am grateful for you and for all the souls we all connect with here, because the Light in each of us makes us One Light. Below is an article on the breathing technique, and as part of a balanced living approach (compartmentalism UN-balances) is possibly what those who exercise incorporate partially by being aware of “reaching their aerobic capacity”. What we are tasked to learn is MINDFULLNESS, and everything in our world now detracts from that: spiritual soul seekers are few. BUT WE ARE HERE.
Kapalbhati pranayama (or Kapalabhati) is one of the six Shatkarmas or methods of internal purification in Hatha Yoga. In Sanskrit, Kapal means the skull and Bhati means to shine or illuminate. Kapalbhati cleans the cranial sinuses and hence the name. Some include Kapalbhati as one of the Pranayama, but in the classic yogic text Hatha Yoga Pradeepika and Gheranda Samhita, it is classified under the Shatkarmas or the purification techniques.
In Kapalbhati, the exhalation (or Rechaka) is forceful and rapid, while the inhalation (or Puraka) is normal. Holding of breath (or Kumbhaka) is not done in Kapalbhati (except when practiced along with the three Bandhas). Only inhalation and exhalation is practiced. Exhalation is the main part of Kapalbhati. The forceful exhalation throws out the carbon dioxide from the lungs and the deep inhalation increases the oxygen content in the blood. Kapalbhati purifies the nerves and the pranic nadis. It also removes excess of Kapha (one of the three Doshas in Ayurveda) from the body.
Sitting Posture for Kapalbhati Pranayama
Kapalbhati has to be practiced in a very steady posture. Padmasana, Siddhasana and Vajrasanacan be used with hands resting on the knees. These asanas are most suited to maintain the posture during the rapid breathing motion. During the practice, every part of the body vibrates and it is difficult to maintain the posture unless it is properly locked into position.
In normal breathing, inhalation is the active process while exhalation is passive. In Kapalbhati this is reversed. The abdominal muscles and the diaphragm are used to forcefully exhale the air. The abdominal muscles forcefully move inwards towards the diaphragm thereby throwing the air out. The inhalation is done in a passive relaxed way to fill the lungs with fresh air. Practice without any gap between two respirations.
All pranayama practices should be learned under the guidance of a qualified yoga instructor. Also, if you have any medical condition, one should consult the doctor before taking up the practice. Kapalbhati should not be practiced by those suffering from heart ailments, high blood pressure, stroke or epilepsy. Those with ulcers should do it with caution. If you had any recent surgery of the thorax and abdomen, you should avoid the practice.
How to do Kapalbhati Pranayama?
Practice Kapalbhati on an empty stomach. Early morning is the best time for the practice. In the evening also one can practice, if there is a gap of about 4 hours after the last meal.
To do Kapalbhati, sit in a steady posture. Padmasana, Siddhasana or Vajrasana are the most suited.
Place the hands on the knees and breathe normally.
Relax the whole body and make sure the spine is straight.
Now, breathe in and out rapidly, with exhalation being forceful. The inhalation should be passive and normal. During exhalation the belly goes inside towards the thorax, forcing out the air from the lungs. Relax during Inhalation to fill the lungs again with fresh air.
Initially one can start with 11 rounds. Later increase it to 60 rounds in one minute. Each inhalation and exhalation should take just one second. Subsequently, with enough practice, you can increase the speed to 120 rounds per minute. Here, each inhalation and exhalation takes only half a second. Increasing the speed of Kapalbhati beyond this may not be useful as the breathing will become very shallow.
After the number of rounds, relax and breathe normally, till the breathing rate comes back to normal. The relaxation period can be roughly between 30 seconds to a minute.
Repeat this process about 3 times in the initial stages. For example, if you are practicing at a rate of 60 rounds per minute, then you would have completed total of 180 rounds (with gap in between after every 60 rounds, for relaxation). This completes one sitting. One may have multiple sittings – one in the morning and one in the evening.
Practice of Kapalbhati with the three Bandhas
Advanced practitioners can practice Kapalbhati along with the three Bandhas. The three Bandhas are the three locks – Mula Bandha (the perineum lock), Uddhiyana Bandha(the abdominal lock) and Jalandhara Bandha (chin Lock). This is also called Tri-Bandha or Maha Bandha.
In this version, after 60 rounds (or 120 rounds) do a deep and forceful exhalation. Hold the breath.
Remain in this position for as long as you are comfortable. One can hold the breath outside for just few seconds in the beginning stages. As one progresses one can increase it to about one minute. Later on, one may even increase it up to two minutes. Only advanced practitioners can reach the Bahya Kumbhaka of two minutes. This is dangerous if there is no proper guidance. Always take the help of an advanced yoga instructor before you try it.
While holding the breath, one can meditate on the void at the eyebrow center.
Release the three Bandhas and inhale deeply. Do few deep inhalations and exhalations, till breathing comes back to normal. Then perform the next round.
Benefits of Kapalbhati Pranayama
Kapalbhati cleans the cranial sinuses and can relieve cerebral thrombosis.
It purifies the nerves and the pranic channels.
This Pranayama removes excess of Kapha (one of the Doshas in Ayurveda) from the body.
Kapalbhati gives a clear mind and helps to control thoughts.
The word Kapala means skull and Bhati means to illumine. This practice adds luster to the face.
The Hatha Yoga Pradeepika claims that Kapalbhati pranayama removes all impurities of the body.
Kapalbhati is the best practice available to oxygenate the blood.
It helps to remove abdominal fat and is an excellent practice for obesity.
Kapalbhati strengthens the abdominal muscles.
The practice of Kapalbhati helps to regulate the breathing mechanism. It prepares the body and mind to take up advanced practices of Pranayama.
I must reiterate the importance of the PTSD and CPTSD Breathing Track exercise, which I learned of and began practicing in 2012. I was one of the first people to be recognized with PTSD, in 2005. Prior to that, it was seen as something only military, emergency rescuers developed. A lifetime of satanic ritual abuse is the cause of CPTSD. One can recover, although it is said to be impossible… they just want you to believe that to keep you from realizing it was done to you because of who you are: a DIVINE LIGHT BEING WITH A HIGH VMAT2 GENE EXPRESSION.
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Thank you for being here and reading my blog. Namasté!
Please wade through the first seven paragraphs, which are the flow to the ocean of this.
Had the cable reconnected (only internet, no TV or devices), have two modems on hand to use, each a boxed labelled for the provider. At activation, was told by “tech” in Phillipines that they could not activate it because it wasn’t supported. Meanwhile, it had already seen the network when my line from pole was turned on and I launched computer and browser. Like a racehorse at the gate, it leapt to run! She wasn’t going to complete the install even. I had to request a supervisor, who I explained this to quickly, and verbalized the steps I was doing on their launch page to activate my account the modem they said I could not use saw. Note: I use a VPN, do a few things to housekeep IP-wise, and other than that, am not a super-geek right now. For the sites I use, it should not be necessary. But we are all forced to prove our physical location with “security checks” when we do anything related to identity online. We are not at liberty. We are tracked physically, and they monitor everything, recording it. They have digitized our life now, and we feed that feast for them.
It worked great for over 48 hours straight. Then I had to log into gmail for something. The G stands for government. It feels negative and draining just using it, and who knows what is created that interacts with us via binary 1s and 0s released and emitted in the monitor refresh rate? Did what I had to do and some “housekeeping” and left, did the prophylactic geek stuff, hibernated (look at this language! What nonsense we speak!), and a few hours later got back online to watch a saved video on YT, a place we should really never sign in. Well, I HAD signed in, and replied to a comment from my very-suppressed legacy account. I chose to reply because the video itself is helpful to people (how to make colloidal silver inexpensively at home), and the comment was detracting. GovernmentMail took the opportunity to create a DOS – Denial of Service IP attack – against me. That was at 7:15-ish-PM. Did local stuff (on equipment here), nada. Had to call.
It was not until 10:15-ish-PM that I was able to get back online. Had to speak to a tech and a supervisor. When I called, the automated system did not recognize my phone number as an account, and would not let me input my account number. Had to do a manual que. The call eventually went to the tech, and she saw my account populated based on the phone number despite what I had to go through and the system had said. No explanation for that had she. Acted touch patronizing at first, but that dissipated. Meanwhile, I stayed in a place of love and patience. Explained this end here. She “pinged” the modem with a new signal at my request. Twice. It seemed dead to her. I switched it out for the other, same model. She contended again that it was not supported, I re-explained the activation experience Saturday (this was now Monday). My cell then sounded like an extension picked up, and began an audible doppler-like echo. She said she heard it.
I asked if she could access any change logs and she said she could. If that ws true, I was told there had been no account or system changes.
After what ended up a fairly authentic convo, she could do no more except advise I buy a new modem on their list – and she said something contradicting what I had been told, that they DO sell approved modems to customers, while I had been told they do NOT and had to furnish my own – I asked for a supervisor. Her name was Shae, and she was in Northern Florida. She wrote a form, read what she was typing so I could edit what she was conveying if necessary, and told me I would get a callback within two hours.
It took ten minutes. Ronald in Louisiana spent time doing same diagnostics, but assured me that he did not see why my modems should not work. He had used them for years with this ISP. Same model. He agreed that the problem was not my modems, that it may be the line. In March the line was checked twice physically when all this happened then. The tech they sent, a local resident and employee too, said it was a great line with string signal and put new connectors on. Not many people on the node, cable from pole installed before me here. No drops. So, Ronald confirmed that it was not my modems, which both worked as they should. He suggested it could be squirrels chewing the line, which I had never heard. He suggested they send a repair tech next day to put in a new line from pole, explaining a schpiel about payment for it. Hoops.
I looked at my modem and it had begun to change light patterns. Two that had been unlit (receive, online) on EACH modem the last two hours had begun to vary, and slowly began to illuminate. I asked him if he saw this on the data end and he did. Within seconds, it was fully lit, and I was able to refresh a webpage. He was able to offer no explanation. I told him in plain and clear language that this was exactly what happened in the winter, and he seemed to absorb what I was saying, in a jovial, salesman-type way. I have patiently explained all, and what seems like IP address, DNS and MAC address data is used to interfere with my online access, at node and machine level now. Asked him how to proceed if it happened again, that this is now a pattern and their observations and the service call logs document it. He was continually friendly, told me he has outages as well, and to be patient, and if it happens again to call.
I have determined that that is what gives those who target me pleasure, to surveillance and record for eternity how I handle this event. When it was going on in the late Winter, I determined not to feed into the stress they create to set a trap for my spirit.
It has been an amazing learning experience that I thought I should share. Saying NO TO 5G BY HAVING A HARD-WIRED NON-WIFI MODEM AT HOME means they will “mess with you”. We are going to spend eternity as the spirit we form ourselves with, exude, and shape others with HERE IN THIS FIVE SENSE PHYSICAL BODY INCARNATION.
This is our cloned body experience.
To free our souls and help free the souls of everyone we interact with, we must not succomb to the traps laid for us.We are here in this life to create the type of soul we will have eternally.
What we do here determines whether when, at death, our soul leaves our forging furnace and hammering experience of life to become a glorious being of form and radiance or a formless horror. Our discipline and attention to what we focus on, from every small action such as taking care to only use enough water needed to wash a dish and not picking our nose with our fingers, picking up a piece of trash we happen upon while walking, being kind to others, keeping good body mechanics, eating what we ought and detoxing of parasites/heavy metals/chemicals/molds/yeasts/pesticides/nanotechnology, not allowing social media to farm our endorphins by likes and virtue signalling and follower numbers – I could go on – ALL WE DO SHAPES THE FORM OF OUR ETERNAL BEING.
We were instilled with our eternal soul at conception, a Vesica Piscis creation event or torroidal force, with a pure element of THE LIGHT, the MOST HIGH GOD. We are literally graced with free will and all we do in response to what happens step-by-step in life shapes who we become when our physical body dies. Our soul is ours to shape. There is a wisdom to this that we cannot understand in the dimensions we are in here, but we must try anyway. The soul seeks and it is good to try to understand the meaning of why we are here and what Existence is. We are drawn to the Light as plants.
It is an instantaneous and constant shift, reminding me of my dear (now passed) Siamese cat Viktor’s lavender crossed-eye Nystagmus, the constant shifting of focus between his eyes, as he paid attention and translated what he saw. I actually called him a Godcat. It is like this, and we must forgive ourselves and others for our constant missteps and failings. As Yoda said, there is no try, only do. We are perfection in the doing, choosing Good, striving for the Light, which is completely and always has been and will be unless we extinguish it ourselves, within us.
This is why The Most High took human form in The Light created as Yeshua, to cease the harm to the miscegenated masses already mislead hundreds of thousands of years ago. An example we can see is the Antlanteans, although there is evidence of earlier wiped-out-because-they-were-evil cultures in our TRUE HISTORY that they have tried to keep hidden. Atlantis was a highly technological culture who worshipped the sea-god form of satan, a Saturnalian form of what roamed the seas as the Lucifer, the dragon, the feathered serpent, Poseidon, Dogon, Leviathan, Zeus, his brother Enlil going to the Americas while he went to populate Northern Europe’s Vikings… lesser gods eventually India and sea continents…Enki, who Anu cast out, becoming the Annunaki who came here… Enki attacked his mother Tiamat, tearing her body into two and spilling her blood, the gold in earth. Earth is half of her body, Nibiru/Wormwood/PlanetX/The Destroyer is Enki’s belt and club pieces which broke apart on impact when he struck her.
Atlantis got folded into the earth by The Destroyer.
Old battle. Many earth resets by the Destroyer, which is the Purifier – The Most High God’s cleanse. But we are all drops of God, just as droplets of water in all water.
THIS IS WHAT IS HAPPENING NOW THAT THE EVIL SOULLESS BEINGS STRIVE TO KEEP YOU FROM SEEING. The reason for all the lies. But YOU can DO THIS ❤
You need to take care of yourself kindly. You have three brains fed by all you take in: mind, heart and gut. This is why you need detox.
Every vector the controllers’ matrix has us use or be exposed to is sorcery to keep your third eye blind. They know they have already lost though!
So be kind to yourself and others, and forgive and love yourself and others. YOU ARE ALREADY WHAT YOU CHOOSE TO BE AT EVERY MOMENT AND WHEN YOU DIE YOU BECOME THAT. Yeshua broke the contract and you are free to be LIGHT. We are TRICKED that we do not have a chance, are accidents, or meaningless.
What you can do each day:
Remember that The Purifier is here, which is why they hide the skies with geoengineered clouds (that also do many, many other harmful things as they spray us like bugs) so this geomagnetic energy is the dimensions transitioning and has effects on every level. Just remembereing that and being mindful, slowing down, not reacting but choosing, and doing this which reinforce what you CHOOSE TO BE ETERNALLY is what you need to focus on now. IT IS HAPPENING.
The shift is now and the 3rd, 4th and 5th dimensions – more? – are interacting with the Light in you and changing your DNA.
Repeat: there are unsettling, surreal and challenging things occurring everywhere to all life on all levels.
Maintain a high vibration and reinforce it with all you think, drink, do, eat, breathe, listen to, look at… CAPTURE YOUR THOUGHTS. Be like my Godcat, Viktor.
Do not allow yourself to be swayed or pulled into a current of distractions, meme-like social-steered (media or IRL in real life) currents.
Lead others to their soul’s freedom by your own being and doing.
Don’t put things off: handle stuff. At the same time, you can’t finish everything. Just your choices to do right daily are sufficient. We are never finished, but accrue achievement by our intention. There is a Higher Wisdom we will never know in this mortal life our soul is in, and some are taken before their work is done so others can continue it and finish. Be gentle with yourself.
Be who you visualize and already are for eternity.
Capture your thoughts and if on a negative or regretful trajectory (path), immediately shift (NYSTAGMUS!) into being in LOVE, a being of Love, and you will have transcended and therefore transmuted pain, dis-ease and suffering like gold in a furnace or crystallized elemental mineral become pure of unwanted particles (demons, basically).
“A termite, trapped millions of years ago in pine resin, was embalmed when the resin hardened into amber. The rainbow colors indicate areas of strain created during the insect’s death struggle.”
Struggle to LIVE is better said. Though they feed on our trauma energies, which they inflict perpetually, and sorcerically, pharmaceutically and via programming, trick us into willing servitude and enslavement. I have found no better visual proof of how we become stars – angels – than this. “The rainbow colors”: the living organism’s ENERGY created this color, and color is a frequency and we SEE it, meaning it is STILL IN MOTION ETERNALLY, interacting with US, NOW.
This should help explain TARTARUS soul trap energy extraction, their charging us for utilities, what TESLA tried to let the world know was there for them, and much more.
Breathing Track, from PTSD – A Way Out page. I discovered this in 2012 after returning from the Dissassociative Fugue after years of MKUltra.
Breathe. Try the breathing track if you need help. You are Good, you are the love you want, we were all lied to, and you are already free, existing in each moment. Just be yourself. If you get interrupted in a process, or suddenly feel waylaid or have doubts, re-focus like Viktor. YOU ARE A VICTOR. YOUR WERE BORN A VICTOR AND THIS IS WHY THEY STEAL OUR ENERGY FROM US. That is the mystery they hid. You are DIVINE and have been since inception.
Image courtesy of @multistagecorre
Namaste.
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Yeshua taught us what to eat (no dead creatures at all), how to fast and do enemas, how long to fast, and what would happen to the body if one was disobedient to living a life of physical purity. He taught that God is LIGHT. That The Law is LOVE. The meaning of His teachings are the secret of creation. This is the Infinite, witnessed in the Fibonacci Sequence, the Flower of Life. No Duality exists here: All is ONE.
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