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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/

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 time.now 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…

I was on the TJMorrisET Radio show last night.   Three of us who believe we have discovered that we were/are Montauk Girls had a roundtable discussion on various subjects related  to the Montauk Project.  Later in the show, Fritz Springmeier (a researcher in mind control techniques/deprogramming, and the Illuminati) joined us.  It went on longer than it indicates on the site.

Here is the promo from BlogTalkRadio:

Montauk Girls – Cindy Mueller, Mai (ya) Liebowitz , Theresa Morris are joined by Fritz Springmeier, Author on Illuminati Books on Pentracks.com, Miya has MontaukGirl at wordpress.com/MontaukGirl. Cindy Mueller on Facebook.com. TJ at AssociateGuides.com, Anewnews.com, TJMorrisACO.com

And for those who would like to listen, here is the link:
ACO Mysteries, Montauk Girls, Illuminati, Fritz Springmeier

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.

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.

I used to have incidents of spontaneous telekinesis in the late 70s and early 80s.  It started after I did a thought game I called “What if?”.  I imagined “what if I cold move objects with my mind?”.   Well, this was one powerful “what if” since it did become reality for me.  But, not being aware of the Montauk Project that I was part of at that time, I had no consciousness of the true origin of this ability.

This started with the occasional unmistakable incident.  A water faucet that I turned off then turned itself back on.  A lab beaker that I just placed on the counter in chemistry class jumps up and crashes to the floor. This one the lab assistant saw and was quite startled as she related what she saw.  I also was in a not so wonderful mood that day.  Other times I would just motion towards a door that I wanted to open and it would open on its own (no, it wasn’t one of those automatically opening doors).  Another time, I was downstairs arguing with my brother when we heard a loud crash upstairs.  In the upstairs bathroom, it looked as if the full length mirror had been flung across the room thus knocking things onto the floor.  The room was a wreck.  Of course, my handler mother blamed me for it.  One really extreme incident was when I was driving my car.  I was waiting to pull it out of the college parking lot.  I just thought of pulling the car out and turning right when it did this on its own.  I did not have my foot on the gas and did not steer the steering wheel.  In fact, I tried to get back control of the car by turning the wheel the opposite way.  This strategy was ineffective for it continued to drive itself until a full turn was executed.  All that time I was thinking how crazy this situation was.  I have also had broken things start to work again.  I was sitting near a broken clock while I was thinking “what next?”  with this.  It started chiming.   The one incident that got me thinking that I was the one that was doing these things was during a trip with my Civil Air Patrol troop at a dude ranch.  I was in the swimming pool.  There was someone there who was playing with a ball.  The ball ended up on the outside of the pool where it was unreachable.  I had a feeling that I could bring it  to me.  So, I just motioned for it to come to me.  It started rolling up a small incline right to me.  So, no poltergeist it seems.  It was all me.

I wanted this gone since I was afraid that I would hurt someone. Well, as if in answer to my concerns and prayers to have it taken away, I had a series of “dreams” where I was in a large room.  The room had many windows and was a mint green color.  There were chairs with attached desks  just like in a school.  At the far end was a large table with all kinds of old equipment (typewriter, military type radios, etc) on it.  The only other person in the room was a man who was standing to the side and a bit behind me.  He was late middle age, balding, glasses, wearing a lab coat and holding a clip board.  He spoke with an accent (German or Austrian).

In the first “dream” I was attempting to move a typewriter through the air.  Unfortunately, I lost my concentration and dropped it.  In each successive “dream” I had progressive levels of success until the last one.  In the the last one, I did the Yoda bit on a large heavy door.  I moved that sucker through the air like it was nothing.  I landed it without incident.  I also noted that I felt calm and a bit joyful. The man in the room seemed very pleased with my performance.  He commented, while writing on his clipboard, that I would only be able to use my ability if I am calm and in an uplifted mood.  After that, I had no more (or extremely few and benign) incidents.  It was a relief.  These days, I wonder if I did the right thing.

Now, the corroborative section of this post.

Back in the late 90s, I visited one Barbara Hartwell (another Montauk girl) at her then residence in Woodstock,NY for a weekend.  We started talking about a person who was responsible for psi training at the base.  She started to description of this person and I finished it.  Unfortunately, she didn’t know his name.  But, he was a real person and those “dreams” did have a real world effect.  So, could they actually have been real experiences?  I’m inclined to say “hell, yes!”.

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