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Alleged stargate found under Bagdad

Alleged stargate found under Bagdad

This is going around Facebook.  It is a picture of an alleged stargate found underground in Iraq.  I know it kind of looks like the prop from the movie and TV show “Stargate”, but, who knows.  This could either be faked and taken from the movie/TV show or the reverse may also be true.  Iraq is known to have a stargate created by the Annunaki back in the day of the Sumerians.  Perhaps this is it or part of it.  If you look on the wall framed by the “stargate”, you will see my name in graffiti there.  It even looks similar to my chicken scratch.  All one needs, another paradox.  But, I guess it could be any Maia, right?  Perhaps.

George Dickson died last friday.  I hear he was ill for a long time and finally succumbed.  George was one of the Montauk Boys and allegedly procured the technology for the Montauk chair.

Back in the 90s and early naughties, I used to go to the Montauk nights and Psychotronics meetings in Long Island, NY.  I met George at several meetings.  He had PTSD trigger reactions (Peter Moon called them the “time heebeejeebees”) to me just about every time.  The very first time we met, Peter had introduced us.  After the initial greeting, George excused himself to use the rest room and never returned.  Another time the Montauk night was held in a different room in the building it was held in.  A man entered the room and Preston asked if he came  with George to which he answered that he did and that George was coming up right after him.  I heard footsteps walking up on the stairs.  Then I heard them  pause and walk down the stairs.  George did not show up.   A third time I was attending a Richard Hoagland presentation which George was helping with.  At the end of it, George walked up to me and apologized to me for not coming into the room at that last meeting. He told me that he was afraid of me.  Then, he just left.  That was the most that he ever said to me.  He had an abductee support group that I was interested in, but he didn’t want me there.  The last time  that I saw him was in the early naughties after a Montauk Night at a diner.  A group of us sat in a large booth.  George was just across from me.  I just asked him “how are you?”.  The only answer that I got from him was laughter, hysterical laughter.  He looked like a deer in head lights.  He just kept on laughing with that frozen  smile and scared eyes.  At another meeting, Peter Moon got to ask him why he was so scared of me.  I was told that he replied that “she hurt me very badly in Montauk”.  Now, I had and still don’t have any recollection of George.  But, then again, I don’t have much recall anyway, only scattered bits and pieces and hints and clues and this.

Well, there is going to be a memorial on a radio show that he was a co host on.  Here is the info on that show.

“On Friday night June 22nd,2012 there will be a special George Dickson Tribute on the L.A.Steel Show at 8:00-9:30pm. Many of George’s friends will be our guests, all of George’s friends and fans are welcomed to call in and join the tribute. The chat room will be opened and any message or comment for George will be read on the air. Join us at All who knew George know how much he enjoyed his friends. I’m certain he will be listening Friday night and I hope all his friends will too.”

Well, that’s all George, too bad we never got to really talk.  I hope you do better in the next world.

This is the infamous Camp Hero Crosspoint at Montauk Point

One thing I found out is that I am connected energetically to the Camp Hero crosspoint.  I became aware of this when I first visited Preston’s lab in East Islip, NY.  One of the songs used in the Montauk (Boys) programming  was embedded with the crosspoint frequency which I also had a reaction to.  One thing I do know and that is that I can look at what’s up at that location whenever I focus on it.  I have been able to see it as it is physically and energetically.  Then later, get confirmation in the form of eyewitness testimony and photographs.

In the August of 1993, I went on a trip to Montauk all by myself.  It looked like things were revving up at Camp Hero and I went to run some interference.  I will tell of this trip in a separate post in order to keep on topic.  During this trip, I projected an energetic duplicate of myself to the crosspoint at Camp Hero.  I saw that the circle there was a bit of a mess since it was all dirt and no grass.  This was verified later when Preston Nichols told of his flying in a plane over it around that time.  He took pictures of it and it showed that what I “saw” was spot on

Back in 1994, I had attended a workshop where a lot of the healing was aimed at the Montauk Project making me a focal point for this healing.  The one giving this workshop used the name Salura.  The night before this workshop, I had a bit of a triggering experience as well.  I was at my friend’s place where I was staying.  I was merely brushing my teeth in the bathroom when I was also attempting to focus in on the faces (I only could remember the expressions on them) of some people who I witnessed being killed (tortured to death) at Montauk.  As I did this, I went into convulsions which were mainly on an energetic/emotional level, but disabling nonetheless.   I was on the floor for at least a half hour unable to get up.  This was either due to PTSD from the trauma involved or the triggering of a punishment type program (there have been a few) or even a combination of both.  So, remembering what happened is like wandering into a mine field which also can stop recall almost dead in its tracks since it can be quite deadly.  So, for those of you who read this and have gone through such things, caution is advised or you could harm yourself.  Pushing memories seems to be the recipe for pushing them even deeper in the subconscious.

Well, I seem to have gone the non linear route to my point in this post.  So, after the seminar, I went to Noank, CT where the presenter was living for a healing session.  When I was lying down face up on a table for this.  She told me that she picked up that I had a scar on my perineum which I did (another story).  During the session, I suddenly found myself standing on the Camp Hero crosspoint in my stocking feet.  I could see everything clearly and could feel the sun and the air on my skin.  I got quite scared to be there and willed myself back to the table, but I didn’t stay there.  I went to the crosspoint a second time and willed myself back once again.  This time I stayed.  Since no one said anything about this to me, I’m not sure if I actually teleported there or bilocated there or just was there sort of astrally.  I know that by the second time I was wide awake so it wasn’t due to some hypnagogic episode.  This allegedly happened to the Cameron brothers in the Philadelphia Experiment.  The legend goes that they jumped ship and landed at that same exact crosspoint.  Also, a few years later I learned that this Salura (not her real name) was some agency’s operative.  So, I could have reason to believe that she activated a program/ability on purpose.  A test perhaps?

OK, you who love to interpret these kind of things might have a field day with this.

Last night I dreamt of Montauk.  I only remember a fragment of the dream, but that was the only part that I know of that featured that town.

In it I was attending an event when I got the sudden overwhelming urge to visit Montauk.  I thought that I would only go for a short while so I would not be missed.  I don’t remember how I got there,  but I was there on the outskirts of the town.  As I walked toward it, I saw bodies lying on the ground to my right.  Up ahead I saw a fog.  I walked into this fog.  As I did, it got thinner.  The town looked as if many bombs had been dropped on it.  It (especially the street) was in ruins.  Bodies (dead or unconscious?) were lying all over the place.  Then I noticed a noxious smell that made me begin to feel sleepy.  I had the strong feeling that I should get out of there quick.  I did so while saying out loud that I was going to find my phone to call 911.  I woke up but the smell lingered for a while afterwards.

Flashed On The Highway

Last night,  I was driving from the Pine Bush UFO meeting on Rte 206 just south of Pennsylvania.  The road was going all purple (this has been  doing this for many years) in my vision as usual when there were two very bright flashes on my right.  They couldn’t have been the usual outdoor lights or street lights since they are not so bright, close, and direct.  Also, I had a sensation of something hitting me in the chest and taking my breath away.  After this passed, I felt as if I was drained and had low blood sugar.  This one is a first for me.

I used to have incidents of spontaneous telekinesis in the late 70s and early 80s.  It started after I did a thought game I called “What if?”.  I imagined “what if I cold move objects with my mind?”.   Well, this was one powerful “what if” since it did become reality for me.  But, not being aware of the Montauk Project that I was part of at that time, I had no consciousness of the true origin of this ability.

This started with the occasional unmistakable incident.  A water faucet that I turned off then turned itself back on.  A lab beaker that I just placed on the counter in chemistry class jumps up and crashes to the floor. This one the lab assistant saw and was quite startled as she related what she saw.  I also was in a not so wonderful mood that day.  Other times I would just motion towards a door that I wanted to open and it would open on its own (no, it wasn’t one of those automatically opening doors).  Another time, I was downstairs arguing with my brother when we heard a loud crash upstairs.  In the upstairs bathroom, it looked as if the full length mirror had been flung across the room thus knocking things onto the floor.  The room was a wreck.  Of course, my handler mother blamed me for it.  One really extreme incident was when I was driving my car.  I was waiting to pull it out of the college parking lot.  I just thought of pulling the car out and turning right when it did this on its own.  I did not have my foot on the gas and did not steer the steering wheel.  In fact, I tried to get back control of the car by turning the wheel the opposite way.  This strategy was ineffective for it continued to drive itself until a full turn was executed.  All that time I was thinking how crazy this situation was.  I have also had broken things start to work again.  I was sitting near a broken clock while I was thinking “what next?”  with this.  It started chiming.   The one incident that got me thinking that I was the one that was doing these things was during a trip with my Civil Air Patrol troop at a dude ranch.  I was in the swimming pool.  There was someone there who was playing with a ball.  The ball ended up on the outside of the pool where it was unreachable.  I had a feeling that I could bring it  to me.  So, I just motioned for it to come to me.  It started rolling up a small incline right to me.  So, no poltergeist it seems.  It was all me.

I wanted this gone since I was afraid that I would hurt someone. Well, as if in answer to my concerns and prayers to have it taken away, I had a series of “dreams” where I was in a large room.  The room had many windows and was a mint green color.  There were chairs with attached desks  just like in a school.  At the far end was a large table with all kinds of old equipment (typewriter, military type radios, etc) on it.  The only other person in the room was a man who was standing to the side and a bit behind me.  He was late middle age, balding, glasses, wearing a lab coat and holding a clip board.  He spoke with an accent (German or Austrian).

In the first “dream” I was attempting to move a typewriter through the air.  Unfortunately, I lost my concentration and dropped it.  In each successive “dream” I had progressive levels of success until the last one.  In the the last one, I did the Yoda bit on a large heavy door.  I moved that sucker through the air like it was nothing.  I landed it without incident.  I also noted that I felt calm and a bit joyful. The man in the room seemed very pleased with my performance.  He commented, while writing on his clipboard, that I would only be able to use my ability if I am calm and in an uplifted mood.  After that, I had no more (or extremely few and benign) incidents.  It was a relief.  These days, I wonder if I did the right thing.

Now, the corroborative section of this post.

Back in the late 90s, I visited one Barbara Hartwell (another Montauk girl) at her then residence in Woodstock,NY for a weekend.  We started talking about a person who was responsible for psi training at the base.  She started to description of this person and I finished it.  Unfortunately, she didn’t know his name.  But, he was a real person and those “dreams” did have a real world effect.  So, could they actually have been real experiences?  I’m inclined to say “hell, yes!”.

RIP Acrophobia

Saturday, I visited a local state park to attend my friend’s astronomy lecture.  The venue is on top of a mountain and is the best area for viewing the night sky on the east coast.  On top of this mountain is a rock outcropping with an outrageous view.  I have climbed it several times and have always gotten dizzy and panicky since I have had vertigo from acrophobia for all of my life.  This time, though, when I climbed on top of it, I realized that those usual feelings weren’t there.  I didn’t get the life or death panic or the feeling of dizziness with the need to sit down.  I did feel a tiny bit of a resurgence of these feelings which I easily brushed aside.  I was so over joyed by this that I even did a little dance on it.  So, maybe that last incident that I wrote about in the previous post took away the deep subconscious reason for the condition.   Maybe it’s the breath work that I have been doing several times a week. Maybe, I’m not completely sure. But, it shows me that even something as ingrained as this was can be eliminated with little effort (or no effort since I wasn’t trying to heal this at the time).

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