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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: 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”.

http://tinyurl.com/p2xx544

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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 http://www.squidoo.com/harmonicsinging) 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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