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.
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 https://montaukgirl.wordpress.com/2013/01/17/time-and-space-displacements-past-present-future/. 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.
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 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?
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: http://onecellonelight.wordpress.com/2012/06/06/from-the-desk-of-dr-hildy-heavy-metals-nano/
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”.