Category: Interdimensional

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.

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.

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.

In the morning, I woke up dizzy, nauseous, and somewhat out of it. I also found that the door I had so carefully locked was now unlocked.  I saw my host at breakfast for the last time and she told me that she also felt dizzy and nauseous.  She told me that it was unusual for her to feel this way.

I also remembered that the night before, I had a vivid dream.  I was standing up in a room with boys and we were all naked.  We were forced to stare at a large movie screen and something was playing on it.  I have no clear picture of what that was, though.

Camp Hero

Here is where I didn’t go, this unlocked.  

I left for a last go around of the park and base. I drove around the odd little supposedly subsidized community which was suspiciously lacking in people who were actually being subsidized. It was rumored that base personnel actually lived there and that there was an entrance to it from a house there. The residents who were outside scrutinized me as I drove through their streets.

After that I drove back to the park. I was determined to at least walk up part of the path to the base. I have to say that I was still too afraid to actually trespass on the actual base since I was alone. That was to come at a later date. I was pretty skittish when I walked on the path that led to the little radar (the one that the men had been working on). The image of that scowling man with the binoculars in my mind (danger, danger) and my partly disoriented queasiness didn’t help. I felt a bit paranoid and overly cautious and was afraid of being seen. Of course, it was most likely that already had happened. I didn’t go too far and turned back. I had enough and wanted to go home and rest.

So, I did just that and left. One other interesting thing that happened is that the problem that I had with my car just went away as if somehow it was repaired.

This was my “first” trip out there, but not my last.  In those trips I finally got the cajones to actually take a walk on the base.

Post script:

Preston Nichols told a story the Montauk Night after this trip. He said that some of them went out to Montauk on the 13th with the Montauk boy that they had found in Georgia (see post). They had originally planned to go on the base, but Pete saw that the grid on it was all awry and there were vortexes supposedly torn loose, which was dangerous. So, they too did not walk there that day.

Also, Preston claimed that on the 12th, he received a phone call from whoever he was allegedly in contact (the colonel?) at the base asking for his help. Supposedly, what Pete had seen had really happened and operations were ground to a halt.  One Montauk boy escaped around then as well. I later met him.

So, did the action I took have an effect on the grid there?  At least some very nefarious doings were postponed at least for another decade by some agency whether known or unknown.

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…

Now, I would like to also tell you about my inside out and related experiences as well.  Now, this has taken more effort on my part to write this and for some reason, I have been holding back on it.  The giggle factor is high in regards to these things I know.  These were intensely personal experiences and I am just going to report them as I remember them.  I don’t expect anyone to believe me on these and that is okay.


I was at a computer class at work for this one. One moment I was just sitting paying attention to the instructor and the next I was in another kind of body somewhere else. Actually, I was in both places. The other body wasn’t quite human. It was small, white skinned (kind of like the white skinned grey type beings) and identical to others in the room that were ringed about me. We thought with a hive type mind. I/we were being instructed to infiltrate and blend in with the people here. The human me was a bit distressed and confused by this. I thought I was going crazy and really losing it. Usually these kinds of experiences happen during dreams or the border between waking and sleep. But, I was wide awake at the time. The awareness of the other me(s) ended and I was back to normal.

Also, around that time I was experiencing the feeling of having company most of the time.
One evening, I was sitting in a meditation group that met in Teaneck, NJ, on a full moon night. When I was deep into the meditative trance state, I had the thought about the flickering nature of physical reality (see reference). I thought of where I was in that part where we blink out for that split second. Then, I experienced myself in a strange little body. It was like the classic grey ET type. It had no clothes on to speak of. It was running and leaping as if gravity had little hold on it in a field somewhere. It was night and the moon was shining on the scene. It felt light, free, and it’s mind was empty of the usual kind of cluttter that my mind had. It was totally immersed in the moment. It then leapt into a vehicle (UFO?) And into a chair with arm rests on which it promptly put it’s arms. Then, it merged it’s consciousness with the craft. It/they/we took off from the ground. The craft was then twirling like a top. After that, I returned to myself sitting in the room in meditation.
Later, I came across an article about an entity (grey) sighting. The witness said that it moved like a “jack rabbit on the moon”. Also, there was a reported sighting in Japan on the same night of a UFO that looked like a spinning top. I just rather enjoy these little coincidences. They make me feel a little less crazy.

I had a “dream” one evening. I was lying on a table in a white room. There were beings standing around me. They looked like the white skinned grey type. They were using an instrument only in my energy (etheric) field. They were clearing out some detrimental energies in it. When I woke up, I felt amazing. It did feel as if something was actually done to me that had a positive and healing result.

Also, back in that time, I used to feel presences all around me. It was like having an entourage 24/7. I could almost see them and they looked greyish. So, I guess one could say my alien entourage. ^ As I went through my day, whether reading or attending a friend’s band’s gig at the local pub, I would “hear” them asking questions in my head. These questions were about what, why, and things like that. There was a feeling of inquisitiveness and a thirst for information about anything and everything in this world. It was getting crowded.

I wasn’t the only one seeing them. I was getting Rebirthing sessions from a friend named Steve. I felt the same crowding feeling during it. After it, Steve told me that he saw what appeared to be little white skinned grey type beings around me. Interesting.

There was also another incident about 1990ish, with another person. I was living in a house in Spring Valley, NY (there was various oddness there too). There was a man named Jeffrey who lived on the second floor. We had gotten somewhat close. One evening, during one of those close moments, Jeffrey (quite psychic and likely Montauk Boy) told me he saw a group of alien entities (again, the grey type) crowding around us. It was too much for him and he told me to leave his room. Upset by this, I went downstairs to my room. I laid down on my bed feeling the rejection. A moment or so later, I felt the presences again. I also felt something else. It was large and hovering above the house. I then felt a beam of energy come down from it. I felt it pulling on me. I thought that maybe it might be taking me to it. I even asked it in my mind. I felt a strong tugging. I felt it the strongest at my middle. Then, not unlike the snapping of a rubber band along with a feeling of my middle being torn. There was the kind of pain that is difficult to describe since it wasn’t exactly physical, but of another level. This pain was amplified many times over when I linked up and synced up with 4 or 5 others experiencing the same thing. At that moment of separation, we all screamed as the “ship” pulled away. After that, I was in a state of shock. For about 24 hours I was unable to speak, get out of bed, or much of anything else. Also, the entourage was never to return. For years afterward, I have felt a kind of large hole in my gut. Now, all of this could be an elaborate fantasy. But, I’m just writing it as I experienced it.

There were some other incidents related to this a couple of years later. I was visiting a new friend in Danbury,CT. At one point she seemed a bit freaked out. She asked me “Who are you? What are you?” She then told me that she saw me look like a grey and that normally freaked her out, but since she got to know me she felt more reassured.

I used to attend spiritual and  trans-personal  counseling classes in upstate New York. My teacher was Marcia Dale Lopez who was quite psychically accurate. One of those days while we were sitting and chatting in her house after class. She told me that she saw me as a grey (the white skinned ones). Does this look like a recurring theme?

I also had another friend tell me that she saw me shape shift into a praying mantis (with blue/green and gold coloring) type of ET. Funny thing that Duncan Cameron psychically came up with the phrase “praying mantis” in regards to me.

Around the time of these experiences, I would have dreams of them also.  I still can remember one of them.  I was in the basement of the house that I grew up in in NY state.  With me were a group of frightened people.  I looked out of the window and outside, in the night, were little white greys.  They were wearing what looked like overalls. One of them was coming down the stairs.  The people with me starting to panic.  I attempted to calm them down and told them that he was friendly and meant us no harm.  Well, that’s all of it that I remember.  But, in any dream of them, they were always friendly.  Perhaps they really were if  they really were.  Perhaps they were just making me think that was so.  Or perhaps MILABS (military abductions complete with cover memories) were the order of the day.  Maybe all of the above.

In my travels, I have met several others who also have had the kind of inside out identification experiences as I have.  It is a phenomenon with no classification in UFOlogy that I know of.  I do know that the late John Mack did a study of people like me and I have met several in my travels.

Now for the CE5 stage of my life. Back in early 1992, I joined a UFO group in NYC. Members of this group went to Brewster,NY at a special location that had one of those Hudson Valley stone chambers on a regular basis. Shortly after I joined the group, I went along with them. In face, I used to pick some of them up at the nearest train station. These trips were all overnight starting just before dusk and continuing until after dawn. It was not unlike going down the proverbial rabbit hole. I will relate some of these experiences.  On several of these outings, we would see objects flying in the sky, hear sounds of bipedal footsteps on the road which had no seen source (we would shine our flashlights in the direction of the sounds), sounds of something metallic moving, see figures darting a ways away, see red orbs in the trees, see fog on the road when the temperature was in the 20s, etc.

Magnetic Mine Rd.

This is where we went in Brewster

One of those evenings, we started out in Pine Bush,NY to check out the activity there. We did a sky watch that evening. we really didn’t see much of anything in the sky except for one mysterious light that flew towards Brewster. So, off to Brewster,NY we drove. Our trek ended back at Lower Magnetic Mine Road once again. We were doing the CE5 protocol. That is using flashlights and turning them 3X on and off for 3 repetitions. Three of us then formed a line walking to a triangle while flashing the lights. Up in the sky we saw sevaral lights flying that were not identifiable. They came in almost in a line. Then they formed a triangle and then back to a line. All the while they were flashing. Now, there is a school of thought that the objects that we saw and interacted with were interactive energy projections of our minds. Perhaps.

On another trip, there were just three of us (Harold, Joseph, and I). We were syncing up with Colin Andrews and company who were in England investigating the crop circles there. There were the usual deer movement sounds and then there was the sound of something larger lurking in the woods. We were alarmed and got into the car as fast as we could. We were speculating that it could be a bear since it sounded so heavy unlike the sounds the deer made. There was some palpable fear among us. Then, I and the others felt an energy/beam go though the car and us. I felt calm and a bit out of it.  Joseph, who was panicking, said he didn’t feel afraid any more.  Harold also confirmed this. What was doing this to us, we didn’t know.

In New York city, our group had a meeting. At this meeting an associate of CSETI gave us a training in CE5 protocols. We did a meditation asking for permission to make contact. I felt a joy in response. That night we went out to our ususal area. We were there till the wee hours with not much happening. Then, around 3 am (a prime time for strange things happening), I and another individual were called by the trainer and Harold, the group founder to the road (we were in the stone chamber that was there at the time). They were pointing to a spot on the hill we were facing and saying that they were seeing an entity there. They even described it. It was female and like a grey, but more etherial. I didn’t see the entity myself. All I saw was a swirling of energy. I thought that at this time I cold see just about anything. To this day, I still don’t know why I didn’t move closer to my friends to see the entity better. I did want to see one up close while I was concious. I also was feeling the joy again. I and another attendee were standing a few feet away on the road.  Harold told us that she (there was a definite feminine energy) wanted us to ask her her name. OK, I thought, sure why not? We both asked what her name was. And, we did get an answer. I know, I kind of “heard” it. We also blurted out something like “Amyar” at the same time, so I guess he “heard” it as well. I also felt what seemed to be an invisible arm and a hand wrap around my waist, as well as the guy standing next to me. It did seem as if there was someone else between us.  Harold then told us that she wanted us to come closer. Upon hearing this, I felt the invisible arm and hand pull me towards the hill and closer to her. I wish I had had the presence of mind to ask more questions. It was as if my mind was not quite working right at the time.

On another outing to the usual area in Brewster, I was driving the car up the road before it divided into Upper and Lower Magnetic Mine Roads. I saw a figure walk briskly across the road. It was mostly see through with a wavy (kind of like heat waves emanating from a the hot metal of a car) outlining it. Startled, I stopped the car and asked if anyone else saw it. Too bad that they didn’t.

One winter day in the early mid 90s, I went there on my own to check out the area in daylight.  I parked on the side of the road where the hill was.  A moment after I got out of my car, I heard a loud sound kind of like “whoooooop” in a ascending pitch come from the hill.  I felt as if I was being greeted by an unseen someone.  Even though it was  weird, I didn’t feel any threat from it.  I walked down the path that was at the end of the hill.  I was looking for the stone chamber that was there.  I kept on walking and didn’t see it.  The path ended at an old wall.  Then, a hawk flew close overhead and it screeched at me.  I got the message to move a little forward and look to my right (I already looked there on the way in).  I did that and there was the stone chamber. It was rumored that it was cloaked holographically at times. Well, that’s what an experiencer that I know told me.

One other oddness that I would like to relate. Sometimes I encounter people who seem to know me but I don’t recognize them. After one of our all nighters in Brewster we all went for breakfast in Bob’s Diner. I was waiting to get into the ladies room. A dark haired woman came out of it. She saw me, smiled, and said “Hello, (my  birth-name)”. Now, at the diner I was being called by my nickname which I like to call it my real name. See the post “How I Got My Name“. Then she just walked by me and that was it. I was quite floored and didn’t know what to make of it.  It may not be UFOs or ETs, but it sure made me feel like someone was watching me.

Well, these are a few of the events that I can recall after all these years of my days with the SPACE group from NYC.

This is a collection of a number of incidents that are relevant to the subjects of time/space displacement,teleportation, and parallel realities.

One night, back in the mid 80s, I had just arrived home after having an argument in the car with my then boyfriend.  When I got out of the car, I threw my glasses down in frustration and anger, which was not too bright  since they were my only pair and it was night time. I had to wait until morning before going to work to look for them.  It was a good thing that, at that time, I also had contact lenses.  So, the next morning, I searched the lawn around where I threw them and didn’t find them.  When I came back after work later that day, I decided to search one more time.  I still couldn’t see them anywhere.  I finally gave up and just stood staring at one part of the lawn.  Then, I saw my glasses kind of fade into this reality.  All of a sudden, there were my glasses.  They even were neatly folded and standing on  the side as if placed there.  One moment not there, the next moment there.  Hmmm. I had a land lady that used to say that her things were taken by field devils.

Later, I had another similar incident.  Except this was with an  iron.  I remember putting it in a certain place the other day, but when I went to get it, it wasn’t there.  I practically tore that room apart in search of it, but no iron.  I was unable to find it for about two weeks.  So, of course, I bought another one.  Very shortly after that, I was rummaging through the box that I had remembered putting the iron in the top of (it was open), and there it was.  If it had been there before when I had been searching for it, it would’ve fallen on my toe.  So, there it is again.

I have also had small objects (mainly crystals or energetic items) that have been carefully placed in a small purses, which have been closed, completely vanish out of that closed purse.  This has happened many times.

I have also seen changes to a person as if the original version disappeared and was replaced buy a complete stranger.   There was one woman in NJ that I and other friends visited regularly.  Her name was CJ.  She was a full-bodied jolly kind of gal with a good sense of humor.  On one visit, she opened the door as usual, but she was radically different.  This CJ was tall, thin, and taciturn.   She was the opposite of the old CJ that I came to know.  No, she didn’t lose weight.  It was much more than that.  I didn’t know what to make of it.  My friends didn’t seem to notice the change.

Also, there were a series of impossible changes.  I call them new old things.  For example, a two-story brick building that is painted white on the street where I lived.  The next day it is bare brick.  To clean all of the paint off of this building would’ve been quite an undertaking and couldn’t be accomplished overnight.  Yet, there it was as if it was always that way.  I have seen street corners with no building there one day and a building there the next.   I have seen a road that never had a divider in all of the years that I drove down it change to have an old divider as if it was there for years, yet it was new to me.  I also have had the celebrity dead and then alive thing a couple of times.  One was Enya  (heart attack) and the other was Bud Hopkins (died of cancer, alive again, and dead again).

I have noticed things shifting and changing as if this reality itself has rearranged somewhat.  I ‘m sure some of you reading this will remember some of your own incidents as well.  I feel safe to assume that you are out there.

I also had the Camp Hero cross-point experience in 1994 of which I have already written here: Camp Hero

There has been talk of a blackout on the eastern seaboard occurring a little after the August 12th, 2003 date.  I have no memory of this happening this way.  In my memory, it happened in 2002, a full year before the alleged blackout in 2003.  I keep attempting to reconcile this in my mind, but am unable to do so.

In 2010,I have been experiencing many instances of either time or space or both displacement. Or what seems to be that

First, I experienced instances of the feeling of sudden acceleration while standing or sitting or lying still. I would experience feelings of disorientation and dizziness as if I was spinning.

Then, the blinks (it is the sensation of the whole body blinking not unlike an eye and one is suddenly physically somewhere else and back again) occurred. There were three of them in the summer and fall of that year.

When the first blink occurred, I was thinking of an airport in the desert of New Mexico. I felt the sudden acceleration sensation and then had the whole body sensation of suddenly being at, what I believe to be, that same airport. I was standing on what appeared to be a runway. I say this because there was a large number on the pavement and there was desert all around. Then, I rebounded back to where I was originally. I felt quite queezy for a while afterwards.

When the second blink occurred, I was thinking of that in between void place that I remember being in (see post at this link: Identity Crisis) at one time. I was kind of wondering if a part/all of me was still there. The same sensation of acceleration started again. Then, I found myself in that same awful void. This is a “place” I did not want to go back to. But, like before, I rebounded back to my point of origin. The same feeling of queeziness came upon me afterwards.

Later that fall, the third and final blink for that year happened. This time I was not thinking of any place in particular since this time I was taken off guard. I was sitting on my bed and I suddenly just found myself still sitting on my bed, but in a different position (at about a 45 degree angle) without moving. Then, suddenly, I was back in the original position.

So, even though I had no control on when or what would happen to me during these episodes, I did have some control of the where of it.

I am also having either parallel realities experiences or the things disappearing and reappearing experiences this year as well as a repeat of the signature acceleration sensations.

Here are some recent incidences of possible indications of instability:

In “the little things may indicate something amiss” department. I was looking for a large bright red cup that I put on my nightstand the other day and it wasn’t there. I looked behind everything on there and nothing. The next day (yesterday) there it was in a not too hard to miss place. No one else touched it to my knowledge. I look for little things like these as kinds of indicators of change. (experience in book here)


(Another little indication or two?)

I was sitting in bed and applying makeup around 9 am this morning.  I looked for the eyeliner that I had just put down and couldn’t find it where I put it down.  Thinking it had moved, I looked all around me and under me.  I couldn’t find it and thought that I might’ve knocked it off the bed.  I went ahead and did my other tasks in preparation for going out.  I had moved to the end of the bed and turned around.  Then, I saw the eyeliner in the same place that I had looked previously and not found it.

That same morning, I was waiting for my father to bring the wheelchair so I could get out  of the car.  Then, I felt the sensation of sudden acceleration as if the car was moving.  I held on to the seat.  A moment later, it stopped.

I am getting these happening more and more now.  Either something’s wrong with me physically or the good/bad old days are here again.

That’s it for now.  More to come I’m sure.

I am posting this today for a reason.  I have been feeling surges of energy the likes of which I have not felt since these days.

Back in the 80’s, when I was a fanatical meditator (an hour or two a day), I found myself losing my concentration. I asked my higher self for something to happen or I would fall asleep. These were the days that I was experience seeking. A moment later, it was as if a door opened up and I walked through. The place that I found myself in was a pristine meadow in an Earthlike place. It was a bit different, though. The plants glowed with light and the air was clear of all pollutants both physical and psychic. The heaviness that one experiences in this world didn’t exist there. I thought that I was home and that is where I originally came from.  I took all of the beauty in for as long as I could. I didn’t want to leave, but, as will all things like this in this world, I had to go back. I kind of think that that was what our Earth was originally. I have heard that we are not in the originally created timeline, just a timeloop that the Montauk Project helped to create which I helped with, to my regret. Perhaps, this time is the beginning of that return to this place. In the project it was seen that there is as wall somewhere or somewhen around 2012/2013. Is this where we get off that rollercoaster ride created so many eons ago (remember what happened at Montauk and other related projects is/was not a linear deal).

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