Archive for June, 2013


The next morning, I got up with the intention of getting right out to the point and the base. But, that didn’t quite happen.  My host talked my head off at breakfast and I found it difficult to extricate myself from her and the B&B. That is when she told me her story. I didn’t get away until about 11 am.

Montauk Point Lighthouse

It looks so beautiful on the surface, doesn’t it?

I drove to the park at Montauk Point. This was before Camp Hero was opened to the public as a state park. I pretty much just stayed in that park while using binoculars to view the area in and around Campe Hero a little ways away. I still was feeling very cautious about walking too close to it. It was warm and sunny where I was sitting on a bench. Looking out at the base, I saw heavy dark clouds over it and it was cloaked in shadow. I also saw the radar (by Siemens/Raytheon?) unit that was set up on the cliff where the fishermen park to fish. It wasn’t moving that day . There were some men there working on it, though. I mainly kept surveiling the place and getting some sun.

A little before 3pm (3pm is the primary startup time for operations there), I went into a meditative trance. I visualized projecting myself to the Camp Hero cross-point. This was very easy to do. I could see the condition that the circle was in. It was pretty much all dirt and little grass. The condition that I saw it was in was later verified (see Camp Hero Cross-point). I could feel a lot of my energy over there while I was aware of also being on the bench at the park. I commenced to channel an intense amount of cosmic light and energy through myself into the cross-point. I figured that I could use my connection to the cross-point to give the ones running the new startup of the Montauk Project to give them what they desired most…power. How  presumptive  of me, but I presumed away. I would help to give their greedy asses more power than they imagined.  I stayed in that state for about a half hour.

I “saw” some things as I also “looked” in the underground of the base. I saw something like people rushing around frantically getting everything in place and connected for the first run. I also thought I saw what appeared to be a large circular (circle within circle) object that was to be used for something.

In the physical, about 5 minutes to 3, I saw the men who had been working on the radar start to rush into a waiting black SUV. It sped off towards the base and I lost sight of it.

I held the focus on the cross-point all the while until about 15 minutes after 3. I asked spirit if this worked to please give me a sign. Well, a few minutes later, I saw a flock of birds flying from the area of the base. They flew in formation that kind of looked like a tornado of birds or that the birds were caught in a vortex and were unable to escape from it. They flew out towards the ocean in that formation.  I kind of felt sorry for them because, to me, they seemed distressed.

A little while later, a couple of gals that used to attend Montauk Nights (a once monthly meeting in Long Island) came by. They were there investigating Montauk on their own. We sat and looked at the base through the binoculars and had a chat as well. When I was looking through them, I saw a man on the base side looking through his binoculars as well and he was looking at/towards us. I asked one of the girls if she also saw what I saw and she did too. I proposed a way to confirm that he indeed was looking at us. I proposed that we wave at him, which we did like little ditzes. Upon seeing us do that, the man put down his binoculars and stormed off angrily. Interesting reaction. The girls left promising to give me a call to connect up again before they left, which never happened for some reason.  It was also the last time that I saw them, though I later heard what happened to one of them.

I left a little while after that and went to dinner  that evening.  I then went to the B&B where I was lodging, locked the door, and went to sleep.

Coming next: Day 3

Well, I seemed to have dropped a thread that I had meant to pick up. That was about my August 1993 trip out to Montauk and what had happened on it.  See  Camp Hero Cross Point.

Well, earlier I said that I had asked my higher self if it was in the best interest to fo out to Montauk for August 12th. I asked for a single white feather as the sign. A couple of days later, on a weekend, I was at a friend’s house. I walked to the front door and looked down. On the floor was a single large white feather. Okay, I gathered that this might be a “yes”. So, the next week I looked up accommodations. Now, this was only two weeks before August 12th and I had read that usually everything is booked up at that time. But, I did find a potential lodging in the form of a bed and breakfast. I contacted the proprietor (the one who had the experience in Host Story. She happened to have a vacancy from August 11th to August 13th since they fell on weekdays mostly. And the room was reasonably priced for the area.
I booked it right there.

I started out early on the 11th with not just a little trepidation since this was going back to the scene of the crime and a calculated risk as well. I had a rather uneventful trip in a Ford Escort with an over heating problem. I had to vent the excess heat by turning the car’s heater on. But, despite that I made it to my destination.

I was feeling an odd kind of fear plus exhilaration. Instead of running away from the possible danger, I was running towards it.

When I passed the power towers there, it felt as if I had broken through an invisible barrier. I saw that Sage radar tower which gave me an odd feeling of foreboding.

I found the B&B with no problem even though it was tucked away in one of the streets just past the center of town.

I had a room there where the walls were half glass. This was not the most secure accommodation that I could have wished for. I was all about locking things (my car,the room) up even though my host told me that no one locked up there. Here’s where I want to say La Di Da…

That night, after dinner, I was driving back towards the
place that I was staying. On the way there, I saw a young blonde boy hitching to get a ride towards the point. I wondered about him on such a night. But, I didn’t stop. I just kept driving.

I drove onto the wrong street. It was dark and it was easy to mistake one street for another. I saw a dog run in front of my car and, unable to avoid it, I hit it with the car. I stopped to check on the dog to see if it was ok. There were people there that were wondering why I stopped and how unusual it was for me to do so. I was told by one of them that it was a neighbor’s, who wasn’t around that night, dog. The person said that he was expecting it to happen some time, which it did. I checked on the dog and it was only a bit bruised and relatively unharmed. It even licked me. I was so relieved.  No one else seemed too concerned.  I call them the Stepford people.

That night, I even got to lie on the beach with a chair that was provided by my host ans watch the meteor shower through the holes between the clouds. It was quite dramatic.

More to come…

babaji

This is the first version of Babaji that I met

All of the entities that I encountered were not of an alien nature. I used to go to meditation classes back in the late 80s. I used to achieve extremely deep states of trance in them. In one of them, I was in very deep. To my right, I saw a beautiful looking man standing next to me. He had brown skin, brown eyes, and long brown hair. He was wearing a white one shouldered sarong like outfit. He was speaking to me. He was telling me to tell people something. When he finished talking, I couldn’t remember what he said. I asked him to repeat it again. Instead, he laid what appeared to be a blanket in a multi-colored chevron pattern on my lap. Then, he vanished. I realized that I was seeing the room and everyone in it through my closed eyelids. I also could still see the blanket (which I could feel on my lap). I wondered how long it would stay there. After a few minutes it faded out with my enhanced vision. Not too many years later, I found a picture that looked exactly like the man in my meditation. It was of Babaji. You know, the one written of in “Autobiography of a Yogi”. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahavatar_Babaji)

Around the same time frame, I was getting rebirthing sessions. In the middle of one session, I started to experience what is called tetany (paralysis due to energy trying to clear blocks in the body) in my legs and feet. I was having a difficult and painful time of trying to get the blocked energy to move. Then, when it seemed hopeless, I felt hands massaging the soles of my feet. I asked my rebirther if she was at my feet. I heard her voice coming from my side saying “no”. I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful and  ethereal  apparition. It was Hadiakan Baba (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haidakhan_Babaji). He was in his 18-year-old guise. He was wearing a shimmering yellow and orange one sleeve sari which reminded me of the colors of a goldfish. He also was translucent. I could see the rest of the room through him. He had a hand on each of my feet and doing Reflexology on the soles. He would move my feet and as he did that, my feet would move even though I was not able to move them myself. When he was finished, he took his hands off of my feet and bowed at them as if in deep prayer or meditation. The tetany then released and I could feel the energy flow out of my legs and feet. All the while this was happening, I was reporting this to my rebirther. He sat at my feet for several minutes then faded away. Thank you Babaji!

another babaji

This is also a more recent Babaji and the one who helped me

I have often wondered why, if they were for real, they would spend time on someone like me.  I am not really much of anyone.  But then again, I have everything inside me, as do all.  See…..How I Got My Name.

I have also had some rem realm types of encounters of a positive nature.  I call these encounters and not just dreams because of the profound nature of the  incidents.  When I was much  younger back in the 70’s, I had a vivid dream encounter  with two entities.  One was hovering to the right side of my bed and the other one was hovering at the end of the bed.  They were luminous and reminded me of Christmas lights (that again).  I asked them who they were.  The one to the right answered “You can call me Aunt”.  The one at the end of my bed answered “You can call me Uncle”.  Then they transmitted an energy to me that  I could only name as “love”.  It wasn’t the  kind of love that is the every day “I love this, that, you, whatever” kind of love.  It was a deep profound teaching that it was much more than the well-known sentiment.  It was  all-pervasive and encompassing.  Also, beyond that, it was indescribable.  Some dream.  It still has a realness to it for me.  It has haunted me ever since.  Perhaps due to encounters such as these, I survived the ordeals of the various tortures that I went through.  I didn’t have that kind of support in the “real” world.

Tara

This isn’t exactly how she looked (only one head and two arms), but the colors are right and it conveys the power that I felt from this one.

Well, how about one more “entity” encounter for the road?  Referring back to the post here again, I had a kind of preparatory period prior to that incident.  Back around the 70s again,  I had another dream   REM realm experience.  I was in my back yard where I grew up.  I saw a being there next to the pear tree.  She was tall and luminous (golden white and pink).  She was the most beautiful woman that I ever saw.  The pear tree was all lit up again, just like Christmas lights.  She directed me to eat one of the fruits from the tree.  I picked one and took a bite.  The taste was so intense and sweet and wonderful.  It actually was beyond description.  The closest that came to it was a peach from a friends special garden.  I looked back at the woman.  Upon doing so, I realized that we were one and the same.  She told me that this was so. That was the end of that “dream”.  Oh, one odd thing that happened in the “real” world after that is that pear tree (the one in my “dream”) somehow got a lot shorter than it was previously.  The trunk was at least a couple of feet shorter where it looked as if just limbs were growing out of the ground.  Now that I think about it, I wish that I had taken a picture of it.

I had one other dream with this one where she talked me out of doing something very detrimental to my life.  back  in the mid 80s, When I had a job as a computer operator in a hospital, sometimes I had to work the graveyard shift to fill in for another operator when he was away.  Several times I would feel a familiar energy (this entities’) and I would feel an urge to meditate  while jobs were processing.  This is the same energy that I felt while I was at Boothbay Harbor.  So, it ties into the rest of  my story.

I keep remembering encounters as time goes by and when and if I do remember any more, I will write an addendum to this.

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