Category: Mind Control


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.

 

 

Multiple Realities Post Card

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:
http://www.lovenowmovement.org/events/multiple-realities-symposium-021613/

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

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.

Blackouts Happen(ed)

I’ve been going through various sundry past experiences and attempting to make some readable order out of them.  I will publish short snippets. It’s better for my ADD.

Way back, when I was much younger (I think I was either 12 or 14) when I was extremely ill.  I once had a whole conversation with my mother one night when I was ill. She had woken me up to give me my medicine. I have no memory of this happening.

During my senior year in high school, I was having the occasional blackout.
There was one day in Physics class when the teacher came down real hard on me. I was fuming with anger all day. At the end of that day, I was walking to the locker room. The next thing that I remember is walking out of the locker room. I walked onto the bus and as I sat down, my friend seemed concerned and asked if I was okay. I asked her why she was asking me. She told me that before I boarded the bus, the bus driver was asking where I was since I was a regular on the bus. One of the girls there told her that she saw me at my locker kicking it and screaming. I have no memory of this happening to this day.  I had had other brief blackouts during the previous year in high school there when I lived in Florida for a little while.

In college, I experienced the same thing as well. I would go from point A to Point B and not have any memory of how I got there.
When I was in London when I was 22, I also had an intense experience which included multiple blackouts.  I do know that “I” wasn’t totally inactive when these happen.  Since it is way too personal right now, I will  forgoe the details.  I will only say that I was alternatingly co-conscious with whoever else was sharing this body at the time.  Perhaps when I get the courage I might write about that someday.

This is one of the symptoms of those who are DID/MPD.  A blackout with a purpose as London surely was implies a programmed state, I believe.  Is it still happening?  I really am not sure.

 

 

Entrance sign for Brookhaven National Labs

I promised to post about the incident with the last Montauk boy that I wrote about. So, here it is. I already had gone over this in one of my interviews, but the audio was abominable.

In the Montauk  Project history/legend, Brookhaven National Labs was mentioned as being the first place that experiments were conducted for it.  It was alleged to have been phased out when Camp Hero came online.  I have reason to believe that  this is only partially true.

Here is my memory of the first incident:

I was lying in bed wondering about my involvement with the Montauk Project. A few minutes into my reverie, I experienced what could be termed an abreaction. I was in a lab setting in BNL (Brookhaven National Labs). It was around June/July 1983. There were three lab coated people in front of me. Two were male and one was female. I felt as if I was and wasn’t myself (co-conscious with and alter?). I was explaining the horrific depths to which the project had sunk to. I said something like “Too many children have died in it. It has to be stopped.” I asked if they would help me do that. They eventually agreed to do this. Then, I told them that I had to go back to Montauk since they would soon wonder where I was. A hole opened up in the wall. In this hole was a strange looking tunnel. It looked like it was composed of a violet/blue/grey smokey substance. It definitely didn’t look too substantial. On the other end of the tunnel was a basement. This was the Montauk underground, or the underground of the underground. I stepped into it and was almost instantaneously on the other end.

Now, there was one odd possibly suspect problem with this “memory”. There was a subtitle in it just like a subtitle in a movie. It said something to the effect of “Brookhaven Labs June 1983”. So, this could have been either a relived memory or a memory implant. I have experienced the co-conscious state a few times before. So, that was very much the same as those experiences. It is also possible that there was a small contingent from BNL that was still involved with the project. If this memory was real, then I have my suspicions about how this might have come about. But, without more data, this would only be mere logical speculation.

Now, I know I didn’t explain where the Montauk boy comes in, but bear with me and it will all become clear in a very short time.

Here is the second related incident:

One afternoon, back in the 90’s, I was lying on my front on a table at my chiropractor’s office. I had just received a network* chiropractic treatment and was integrating it. I once again experienced another abreaction. I was in the Montauk underground. In front of me were four people. Three of them were the people who I had recruited in BNL. The other had long blonde hair and was facing away from me and towards them. Since I could not move, I was forced to watch each of them, one at a time, psychically tortured to death. I could almost feel their intense pain and fear as the person in front of them crushed internal organs including the brain. Each bled from their face and screamed and died. When they all were dead, the person that had just killed them turned and faced me. This person was that very same Montauk boy. He had the same expression that he had when he was sick with that cold. Upon seeing this, I thought that I was next. This is where the memory ends.

Obviously, I was incorrect in my assessment of the situation since I am alive to write this today. Whether these are true memories or not, I still feel the shock of them, especially the latter one. And, even if these prove false, it most likely means that I have been royally,  excuse the phrase,  fucked with.

Almost the kaleidescopic effect

A couple of days ago, I had a rather disturbing experience and an alter personality come to the surface.  I was in pre op being prepared for a surgical procedure to reconstruct my feet.  The smiling anesthesiologists were administering their chemical cocktail to put me out.  After a few seconds, I was unconscious.  Then, I woke up in hell or hat seemed like hell.  It is hard to describe what I was experiencing, but I will try.  I was extremely disoriented and I saw what looked like shattered glass shards with black and white objects in them that were moving around me rapidly.  It was like being inside a giant kaleidescope. It was sickening.  I was disoriented and frightened.  I said to whoever might be there (I couldn’t see them), “What did you give me?”.  I heard the anesthesiologist’s voice say “a psychotropic”.  That must’ve been some dose.  I didn’t like it at all and wouldn’t want to repeat the experience. I mercifully blacked out.

It wasn’t I who finally woke up, it was someone else. She asked “where am I?”  The woman there told her where she was and asked her if  she knew who she was. She told her that she didn’t know.  I/she looked like a young woman with short dark hair kind of like the girl in the movie “The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo” except the bangs were shorter and there were no piercings.  (I never saw the film).  She also thought that I was from Norway. She was also a Delta (assassin and such).  She even told her that she was from Norway.  Then, she was babbling  something foreign sounding, possibly Norwegian.  Then, she/I passed out and I woke up as myself.  I could remember this since part of me was conscious at the time.  I discussed the incident with the woman and she told me that I was given ketamine, a strong hallucinogen and that what she thought was I told her that I was from Norway.  She also told me that things like that often happen.  I told that she was lucky that she/I was still unable to get up because she could’ve hurt her.  She took it lightly since I had just come out of Anesthesia.

The first incident was reminiscent of Monarch, possibly Montauk mind control programming in which drugs, sensory overwhelm, mirrors (these looked shattered), and dualistic themes (the black and white) are used.  Also, refer to the post on black fractals.  There is an image there that has  something close looking.  I could’ve also seen some of the programming as it was or as it was being shattered thus bringing a sleeping alter to the surface.  Of this I am not quite sure.  Well, I wanted to know what might be in there.  Now I know to what extremes I would have to go to to find out.  I wouldn’t want to go through that ever again.

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 blogtalkradio.com/lasteelshoworg. 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?

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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