Category: Parallel Realities


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/

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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

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.

grey-alien

1989
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.

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:

1/9/13
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)

1/13/13

(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.

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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).

DoorwayAs part and parcel of being in a Project such as this, certain kinds of experiences go somewhat hand in hand with it. These involve UFO,ET,and various metaphysical experiences. Since the energy centers were, what I would call, force developed, some rather interesting and sometimes problematic paranormal instances. And sometimes going through something like this can have unexpected side benefits….perhaps…

Here is one of those incidents that was also published in The Montauk Pulse a few years ago (not exactly in this form but the same exact story)….

The name on my blog is not a pseudonym, it is actually a combo of my birth name and my real name.

You see, there has been reported that some Montauk boys (including Duncan Cameron) had an experience that was called the “Full Out”. That is full outside the known physical universe.

Here is what happened: In 1988, I was on a trip in a town called Boothbay Harbor Maine. I had some alone time for an hour or so. I felt a sudden urge to meditate and tune in of sorts. This is something I would do regularly for several years up to this point. I would also feel a presence just before going into meditation.

A few short moments after starting my meditation, I felt that presence even stronger. I felt as if I was lifting through this presence and then I was outside of what would be considered the known physical universe into no thing. (This is what is known as th “full out”)

I was this no thing. I was all of what was described as omnipotent, omnipresent, and omniscient. I had no attributes except being all knowing and containing all creation which was only a small portion of what I was. It was contained in a bubble like area. It was as if all of creation was lovingly contained in a womblike structure. I knew that I could create anything (planets, stars, galaxies, etc.) that I had an impulse to create. I didn’t create anything since it wasn’t the right moment to do so yet.

Anything that I wanted to know I knew. I even remembered to ask one of my most burning questions. As I began to do so, the answer was answered before I even could fully ask it. All of the mysteries of the universe and then some were revealed to me. All of the knowledge of all was pouring into my mortal head as well. That part of me felt like it was being flooded with a veritable tsunami of all that could be known. I didn’t want it to end, but it did.

I found myself diminishing and retreating from this state and consciousness. I then was in the presence of that presence that I felt before. It was a sweet loving powerful feminine presence. I asked her who she was. She answered “Your higher self”. I then asked her what her name was. She said “Maia”. I was a bit disappointed since when I heard that, I thought she meant “Maya”, the word for illusion. But, she corrected me and told me “No, it’s spelled M A I A”.  I thanked her for the correction.

I then diminished further and back into my body. The only things that I remembered was what I just wrote. The knowledge that was downloaded into me and the answer to my question as well as the question were wiped from my conscious mind. I still find that quite frustrating. Then again, knowing what I know about my life and that there are those who would kill for this kind of information, it is probably for the best.

Alleged stargate found under Bagdad

Alleged stargate found under Bagdad

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

Back in ’93/’94, I thought I had a dream one night.  At least it started out as a dream.  I have reason to believe that it came about as a result of my intense wondering what my part in the Montauk Project was.

In it, I saw a young man with brown hair in the Montauk underground.  He got sucked up into a portal and was lost in a place that was in between places.  He panicked, cried for help, and grabbed me trying to pull himself out.  Instead, I was pulled in with him.  Then, like the Cameron brothers, we merged.  I lost my identity in him.  I actually thought his thoughts and felt his feelings.  We were scared and getting angry since we believed that we were forgotten and left there.  We drifted between what appeared to be worlds encased in bubbles.  We couldn’t touch any of them or anything at all.  There were no living things except us.  We couldn’t tell how long we were there for.  Now, in the middle of this happening I woke up from my sleep.  Only, I was still in this “dream”.  It lasted for a while and then I was back as myself, except I couldn’t remember who I was.  I still thought I was him since I was merged with him so thoroughly.  I only could remember to call in to work sick that day.  And it did take that whole day to bring myself completely back.

A few months later, there was a presentation on The Montauk Project being given in Atlanta, Ga by Preston Nichols and Al Bialeck.  I’m not sure if Duncan Cameron was there or not.  Attending this event was a man that later turned out to be a Montauk Boy.  He even got himself deprogrammed completely and recovered just about all of his memories in regards to the project.  They got this story from him.  In the Montauk underground, a portal accidentally opened up and sucked him through it.  He got lost in the place between worlds that they called “infinite time” (if there is even such a thing or “place”).  He was stuck there for a while as they attempted to get him back out, which eventually they did.

I got to see a second video on the Montauk Project that Preston made.  This Montauk Boy was also in it.  He was the exact same guy that I remembered earlier.  He was also troubled as he now was burdened with his memories of that time and place as well as being bombarded with EMF where he lived.  Unfortunately I never had a chance to speak with him and find out his side of the event.  He had to be checked into the hospital for some reason which was supposedly minor.  He came out in a body bag.  We were told it was suicide through overdose of meds that he stole at the hospital.  Preston related that the scientists still associated with the project were in a panic since he was considered to be like the Cameron brothers which were/are an anchor for the current time loop.  Now, the zero time equivalent was covered in the original Montauk Project story with the original Cameron brothers (in present time being Duncan Cameron and the late Al Bialeck) being oriented to zero time.  This seems to be just the equal but opposite side to this, perhaps.  So it was thought by the ones who were running this project that if they died there would be a large paradox in the time line (loop) or, in other words, the game would be raided from the “controllers”.  They wanted to get his soul back into a body ASAP.  Well, that didn’t happen and his spirit got away.  At least that was good news.   Also the paradox that they were afraid of occurring never happened.  Either the theory was just that a theory or there is another in his place.  Hmmm.

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