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OK. So I haven’t posted in years thinking that would be it.  But no.  If you haven’t been living in the wilderness or been in a coma for the last couple years, you might have heard or viewed the show on NetFlix called Stranger Things which is now in season two.  I recently was interviewed for a French magazine just because of this show.  Still waiting to see if it is ever published.  But here is one pretty good article that isn’t derisive and seems to be show an openness to considering that maybe there is validity to the Montauk Project having been (or still is) real.  So here is the link so you can read it for yourself:


It’s been a while I know since my last post.  I had only very little to sat for a while.  But,  now one of the most in demand persons that is associated with the Montauk Project is facilitating a tour to Camo Hero on April 8th, where it took place.

Duncan Camerson

Duncan Cameron

It is amazing he is doing this since he told me in our last conversation that he was finished with anything to do with it.  But, I knew that that was not entirely true.  It wasn’t finished with him and he is tied to it like myself in oh so many ways.  Here is the link for more info and registration:

For many years now I have had items just literally vanish in front of me.  I don’t expect anyone to believe what I am saying on this.  But, I did have a recent experience this past week.  Well, actually, it started a couple of weeks ago.  I have two keys to a yoga center that I am now sort of faculty and co organizer at (all volunteer).  One key is to the front door of the center and one is for an office that a friend of mine has the good heart to share with me.


I keep these keys in my purse.  One day in my bedroom, I fished them out of it and held them in my hand.  With the other hand, I picked up a computer carrying case.  I had kept my hand closed the whole time.  When I opened it, only the office key remained.  I couldn’t help but think of the movie Thunderdome.  Two keys enter, on key leaves.  I knew then that one had gone off to somewhere not here.  Whether that was time wise or dimensionally wise of alternate reality wise, I’m not sure.  If you have read my other posts, you would have already read of my past experiences with events like this at  As a result, I was expecting the key to show up in some odd place.  Well, that did happen on Saturday.  I was rummaging through a small purse that I keep on the table by my bed.  I felt something metallic and I took it out.  It was the front door key!  I knew it was because it had a piece of paper from the card it was initially attached to still stuck to it.  There was no way that key could’ve been in that purse normally since it was several feet away from me at the time.  I also verified it was that key by trying it in the lock it was made for and it worked.  So, I can only conclude that some funky dimensional thing (maybe entities too?) occurred here.  I know this all sounds really far-fetched, but this is what happened complete with my speculation based on past experience.  The universe or whatever decided that a magic trick was due this time.

Perhaps I have been shifting between personalities and one doesn’t know what the other one (s) have done.  Whatever it is, I have not much of a way of knowing.  The doors seem to be closed and locked for now.  Perhaps I am just imagining things happening, but then again, I have grapefruit growing out of season in my yard, which is considered impossible.

Well, I know that I have been away from here for quite  a while.  I just was not too clear on what else I might have to say.  Well, now I have something to say, so here it is.

I have to think that Montauk is the gift that keeps on giving.  (That was a bit of snark, btw)

Just the other night when I was trying to get back to sleep, in those wee hours, I was thinking about something.  What it was I couldn’t tell you because when I was thinking those thoughts, they were erased mid thought despite my efforts to hang onto them.  It happened a couple of times.  I could swear that memories were trying to jog loose and be free in my conscious awareness.  There was something inside (or outside or both) of me that wouldn’t allow it.  I got the sense of a program of sorts that certain kinds of thoughts and memories will be deleted upon surfacing.  What I am left with is frustration.  And I have been working on clearing these programs and such.  No matter how much work I do on this, there are still deeper into the rabbit hole I go. Perhaps my error is that even though I think there is a bottom to this, there is no bottom to this.  And these things come to the surface at the most inopportune moments, usually in the restless wee hours of the night.

There was also another troubling incident that I had a while back.

A few months back, I was driving home from a friend’s house in Ocala, Fl.  The route I was taking goes through the Ocala National Forest.  I was consciously and deliberately looking for the sign that had the name of it on it.  Not only did I not see the sign, I missed the whole half hour or so of forest.  I just remember the parts of the road before it and after it.  And I thought that I was over any missing time episodes.  This one was major and I have no memory of what transpired in that lost half hour.

So, this all tells me that I still have some work to do.



Multiple Realities Post Card

This symposium will feature some of the original players (Preston Nichols and Duncan Cameron) in the Montauk saga. So, if you are in the area at this time and want to see, hear, and meet them go to this. Funny thing, Duncan told me that he was finished with all things Montauk. He must’ve been given an offer he couldn’t refuse.

At the Meta Center, 214 West 29th street, 16th floor NYC , 10am-5pm,
Supersoldiers, Time Travel, Hybrids, Nanotechnology, Monarch Programming, Military Abductions, Exopolitics, Pleidian Emissaries, Cosmic Shamans, Galactic Awareness, Human Evolution, Sound & Light Technologies, Alien Interaction, And More!

Speakers: Duncan Cameron (Montauk Project) Dan Macbolen (ex-military assassin – first public appearance) Preston Nichols (Montauk Project) James Rink (Supersoldier) lso with Stephen Popiotek and Suzy Meszoly.

Tickets: $80 for Early Birds purchasing by Feb 10, 2014 $125 after Feb 10th:

I know that I may get a bit stream of consciousness here, but that’s how memory works.  Or at least my memory.  So, I’m going back a bit to other visits to the area of the Montauk Project.

After the trip in 1993, I went out to Montauk and Camp Hero a few other times.  I don’t remember exactly how many since it was many years ago.

One of those times was in the summer of 1994, I went back. Before this, some others (including the ones who met me at Montauk Point Park) and Preston Nichols had also gone there. They had found what seemed to be an area on one side of the trail that led to the base that was paved with macadam and was perfectly circular. They took radiation readings around the 3 PM time and found that the area was emitting radiation. I remember Preston talking about his symptoms afterwards which were similar to low-level radiation sickness. He ended up wading in the ocean to draw out the radiation.

When I was there that same year, I walked by that area and chose to definitely not walk on it. The day there was uneventful, that I remember, except for the draw at one of the entrances to enter, which I did and walked only as far as the old computer building. I felt way too uneasy to stay there. Oh, yes, one little thing. I was at a different entrance (northeast?) Where I found a kind of mystery closet. It was a tiny building with graffiti on it. Inside was an open entrance hole with a ladder going down in it. According to others who went to Camp Hero before me, all entrances to the underground were all sealed. Guess not. I thought about going down that ladder into that hole of the unknown. Then I thought otherwise. I also thought that it looked like some sort of trap. The cover for the entrance was there on the floor. What was to keep someone from putting it back in place to close me inside? I walked out of it  and back into the trail that led to the back gateway.  I did breach the gate there since there was a large hole in it that was most likely made by others who went on a jaunt there before me.  I also felt as if it was some sort of invitation which was also disturbing to me.  So, being the nosy drawn person that I was, I went through the breach onto the base.  I didn’t go very far, though since an over abundance of caution started to take over.  I did investigate the first building that I saw, which turned out to be the old computer building.  I also now as I write remember the strong feeling of someone watching me or could that have been an over active imagination?  I got spooked and left after that.

Nothing happened until I was home in the driveway. I was standing there when a big black SUV with blacked out windows pulled into the driveway lights glaring. For a moment I thought that it actually might run into me. But, it stopped and stayed there for a few seconds. Then, it backed out into the street and sped down it the wrong way (it was a one way street). About a half hour later, I felt deathly ill and had to vomit. I was that way for the rest of the evening. I have often wondered if that mysterious SUV had any connection to it and Montauk?  Such vehicles have been seen there.

Another such trip was in 1996. I drove up for the day. Even though there were “No Trespassing” signs, I ignored them and hiked no-trespassinginto Camp Hero (or the scene of the crime, as I call it). It took me years to find the courage to do this and there was nothing that would stop me from doing so. I have to confess that, as much as I felt a bit of terror at being there, I also felt a strange draw (pre-programmed?) To and exhilaration at the prospect.

The trip there was easy and uneventful. I walked on the path that was closest to the cliff there. I thought about how earlier,, when I drove up the road that led to the gate near the “subsidized” housing community (allegedly it was really housing for base personnel), it seemed as if it was further back on the road than before. I had heard that people visiting there affected the area somehow and things there would shift about a bit.

I parked my car in the parking lot where the light house is and walked towards the base.  I was on the seaside path which leads to the back entrance which was the entrance that I used the other time that I was there.  Well, I was thinking about that mystery closet that I had investigated previously. A few steps later, there was one that was the exact duplicate of it. It wasn’t in that location the last time that I was there. I just had to check it out. Inside was the same graffiti as before and the open entrance with the ladder beckoning to me to enter it once again. I wished that I had some rope and a flashlight. I resisted the temptation to explore this area. Also, there was a distinct stench of something that died and was rotting. I couldn’t see any corpses, animal or otherwise. When I emerged from it, I saw a round quartz sea stone that was wet with sea water lying on the grass as if it was placed there a moment before. I didn’t see or hear anyone go by and it wasn’t there prior to my entering the building. Yet, it looked like it had been placed there a few seconds before I saw it. This part of the area was also any yards from the water. But, it kind of looked like a gift, so I took it with me.  I wanted something that held the energies of that place and quartz was the perfect storage vehicle for that.  Usually natural objects in an area like this hold memories and secrets that can be accessed if done the correct way.

As I finally walked the roads on the base, I found myself sensitive to the energies in various locations around there. There was one persistent phenomena that I encountered. First, when I was at the plugged up entrance to the boys bunker, I felt uneasy. I could smell the stench of something decaying and the metallic tinge of blood. I could sense the feeling of fear and violence. I kept getting the impression of someone screaming and dying quite violently. It was so strong that I had to get out of that spot. When I did, it ended.

When I went up the road there was a similar spot in front of what once was (it was demolished) claimed to be the building that housed aliens. The same sensations came over me which made me feel quite ill, I got out of that as fast as possible. When I did, I felt much better.  I just have to speculate here. Could this have been the etheric residue of Junior’s rampage so many years ago? Perhaps and perhaps not.

I did have one sneak about silly moment when a truck drove by and I tried to hide. I don’t think I succeeded and was seen, but nothing happened. Anytime I went out there, I always felt as if I was being watched. There, it was most likely. Also, I would like to add, is that I had the feeling of having an open invitation to enter at any time. I would feel the pull and a whisper at the back of my mind “Go in, go in.”

I wanted to find the planetary crosspoint next. I didn’t bring a map (I did have one) of the area, so wasn’t sure which way to go, well, at least, consciously. I recognized the triangular area that was a smaller vortex point. When I was there I centered myself, put my hand out and felt my way. I could feel the tug of that large energy vortex pull at it. I just followed that pull and a short time after I arrived at the crosspoint.

In the middle of it was a curious sign. It said “No Trespassing”.  So, I thought, what was that for?  The visitors who happen to drop on that spot like I did once?  (See my post on this here.) It was an odd place for it.

2003 Next  
I went to Camp Hero on August 12th, 2003. Even though it was the day of the earth’s biorythm, it was somewhat anti-climatic.

After an uneventful drive to Montauk, I mainly went to the Camp Hero crosspoint a little before 3 PM. I had decided to change things up a bit and do the more risky option which was to be on the base in the energetic center of it. I mainly sat myself down and meditated. I felt into the energies as the hour approached. It felt as if an outside force was trying to turn a great wheel. I concentrated on keeping that from happening. That was an exertion.

There I was with people driving in their cars on the circular drive around me. It seemed as if no one wanted to stay for too long in that area. I must’ve looked rather absurd to those passersby. Yet, I still concentrated on my connection to that crosspoint and keeping things stable there. Perhaps it was only my delusion that this was necessary, but I figured that it couldn’t hurt to try. Then, suddenly, a single large drop of water fell on me from out of the clear blue sky above me. How or why this happened or where it came from is still a mystery to me. Was it some inter-dimensional tear or a condensation of the energies that I was feeling there? At least the place was still producing the occasional anomaly as it always has in the past. After this trip, I had heard that I just missed others that I knew that were also visiting. It was probably for the best though since interacting with others tends to derail what I felt it had to do.

Now, here is one bit of discrepancy in my recollection of that day in that it seems that everyone else remembers a great blackout where I do not. I remember a blackout as described, but earlier. Here’s where it gets hazy in my mind. I have trouble remembering if it was the year before or a month or two before. I do remember that all power was up and running that day or it would’ve been very difficult to travel the over 3 hour trip to and from Montauk since lights would’ve been out. I also recall that on the day of this blackout, which was weekday, I was at work and ended up going home early. I went home and sat in my room for most of the 4 hours, which was how long it lasted there. So, I would definitely say there is a major discrepancy in my memories and everyone elses here. Of course, this was one of several like this. Montauk girl, time traveler, dimensional instability. It makes some crazy sense to me, kind of.

There was one other trip (200 or 2001?) that I recall but I seem to can’t get the memory of it straight.  It has already been written about by Peter Moon, so right now I will leave that one alone until  and if I get it clearer or it will come out a confused unreadable jumble.

I just had to post this since this just creeps me out…

Start with some smart dust.  Add a little WiFi.  What could possibly go wrong?

brain waves

brain waves

I have learned about the application of what is called “smart dust” which is composed of nano sized metallic objects.

Here is something about that here:

This takes that to a whole new disturbing and sinister level where it applies to control via internet.  Only here they call it “neural dust”.

August 12th,2013 is almost upon us and I just thought I should mention that.  Yes, that wonderful and for some of us, dreaded date that is the anchor point for the earth’s biorythm. This was the peak and end (allegedly) of the Montauk Project.

Now, this date is not the peak of the 20 year cycle, but the trough of it which is 10 years into it.  The inter-dimensional doorways are somewhat ajar and bleed through may occur.  Possible big things are expected since the energy is right at this time.

I do have one personal curious item on this. It seems that the numerology of this date and my birthday are the same.  This year it is  the number 26/8.  I will leave you to look up the interpretations on your own on this if you are curious.

I look at this with equal parts anticipation and anxiety. The last peak happened in 2003 and it wasn’t exactly uneventful. A blackout is one of those things. Here’s where I have a disparity with reported events. I don’t remember a blackout that day. In fact, I was at Camp Hero sitting like a fool where the crosspoint was having that drop of water fall down on me from clear air. I do remember one the year before, though. Ah, those parallel realities do trip us perhaps.

Now, 1993, a trough year, seemed to be more eventful than 2003. Maybe that’s because I was very active that time period.  See Camp Hero 1993 Day1, Camp Hero 1993 Day2, Camp Hero 1993 Final Day.

There are rumors of this and that disaster more than at any other time that I can remember. So much so, I’m losing track. Perhaps the fear porn chatter is being amped to feed the control matrix so it can still have the oomph it used to.

The Sun will be particularly active starting this weekend.   But, we are told that not much will come of it.

It was also said that this time period is when  the Montauk Project would be reconciled, so to speak, but I am not overly optimistic at this time.  Not that I wouldn’t like for this to happen.  It would be a big energetic load off of my mind (and in it).

I have to say for myself, if I could walk normally at this time, I wouldn’t be where I am right now.  I would be more proactive and participatory in the physical as well as the other levels.

Well, anyway a head’s up and God/Goddess bless.  Anyone who is reading who may know or “know” something related to this, I encourage to leave a comment.  Thanks.

And now I would like to tell you of my Tibetan sojourns in the late 1980’s.

I was listening to a tape of David Hykes Harmonic Choir (Hearing Solar Winds) while meditating. I was contemplating on my recent gifting of the ability to sing overtones. (I have a mini site on this at I wondered how and where this ability came from. Not much time passed when I found myself in a young boy’s (10 years old) mind. I once again lost my identity in him. He was of Tibetan origin. He was dressed in silken robes and a large hat shaped like a crown with black tassels hanging down in front of it. He was sitting on a platform covered by a rug. This platform was being carried by four Buddhist monks up a narrow passageway in a long narrow room filled with other monks. These monks were chanting in overtones (not quite like the tape I was listening to, but more like the traditional chants). This boys mind was completely still with no thought in it. I probably was the only ripple in it. A moment later, I was back in my body and my room.

Shortly after, I came upon an audio cassette of the Gyuto Monks Overtone Chanting.  On the inner sleeve that was included with it

were pictures of these monks in performance.  They were all decked out in heavy-looking silken robes and large hats shaped like crowns with tassels hanging down, just like the one the boy wore in my experience.  This was the first time that  I ever saw this!

Another time, not too long after, I had another experience with the same young man. It was during a rebirthing session. I found myself sitting on the floor next to him in a room that was dimly lit by a single yak oil candle. He looked a few years older this time. There was a book lying on the floor in front of him. It had long horizontal pages with the front and back covers made of wood. It was open to a page with some Sanskrit writing on it. He began to sing the chant that was in the book. He directed me to chant along with him. I started to chant and found that I could easily follow him. He continued to flip the pages as we chanted the words in it. Then we got to the end. Next, he instructed me in what he called the Dragon Breath. It was an odd kind with a somewhat forceful and sustained out breath. I did this kind of breathing for several minutes instead of the circular rebirthing breath that I started out with. After that, I came out if it and was back in the room. I came to the end of the rebirthing session. The person who was facilitating the session told me that when she noticed that I was breathing differently, she was going to interrupt it and get me back to the circular breath. But, when she started to feel the vortices coming from me hit her, she decided against it. She said they were so powerful, they almost knocked her down.

I don’t know the identity of this young man or if he was/is real.  I don’t know the exact era either.  But I did learn somethings and found some corroboration of sorts.  I have also often contemplated trying that weird breathing technique that I learned back then, but have been too skittish to do it.

Here are some of my experiences regarding being not quite myself.   They may or may not have some bearing on my relation to the whole Montauk mess, but I offer these stories anyway.  There were several incidents which I relate a couple of them here.

Back in 1986, near the end of my first Reiki class, during a (healing, med?), I had a very vivid experience. I was in the body of a middle aged man. He was looking at what seemed to be a missile ( shiny,silvery, cylindrical) of some sort. I was   completely  absorbed in his mind. I forgot about myself. I/he also knew that it was the time during WWII. He was talking to someone that he/I couldn’t see. He said something like “How glad he was that this will be dropped on the Japanese”. After that, I came back to myself.

During another meditation back in the 80’s, I found myself in the body of a young Chinese man. I was completely lost in his mind Potraitand, once again, forgot myself. He was a noble man in the era of the beginning of the Chin dynasty (221 B.C. to 206 B.C). He was wearing yellow silken garments. He was happily thinking “I saved her”. The her that he was thinking of was his wife. She was being held in prison for execution. She was pregnant with his baby. He had sent a messenger to the emperor to inform him of this in order to gain her release. It turned out that the emperor of this dynasty had made it law that all of the family members of the previous dynasty were to be executed, so there would be no one left to launch a counter offensive. His wife was from that family. There was one way that a female member could be exempt from this edict. That was, if she was carrying the child of a man from the current dynasty. Then she would be considered a blood relative since it was thought then that her blood was now like the man’s family’s blood.

Not too long after that, I revisited this one at a later point in time. He was in a field and out of his mind in pain. He was crying and wandering around aimlessly. It turned out that the message never got to the emperor and he lost his wife and child to the executioner. A group of men were approaching on horseback. They had loaded crossbows which they were aiming at him. (It seems that some jealous and greedy fellow nobles wanted his land and belongings) At this point, I was able to finally separate from him. I yelled at him in my mind to run. He just stood there knowing that he would be killed. The horsemen got in firing range and shot their arrows at him. They struck him and killed him on the spot.

Now, this was as real to me as my own life.  I had the same emotional reaction as to the death of a loved one.  That was how involved I was.  These may have been some rather elaborate and vivid hallucinations  or not.  They may have been past life events or just lives that are connected in time to myself  via a higher agency.  I’m not sure if it matters anyway.

Next stop: Tibet

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