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Those in the Montauk Project mainly were cultivated for their abilities, mainly psychic.  These were all sorts such as telekinesis,telepathy,clairvoyance,remote viewing, etc.  But, there were some lesser known abilities as well.  Here is one of mine and still somewhat active.  Either this would’ve come about naturally (I say, yeah right) or it was goosed out of me by my handlers. This is usually an advanced ability or so I’ve heard.  Guess not.

thunderstorm

Once upon a time, I found out that I am connected to what is known as Sylphs.  Here is a link that explains what they are:  Sylphs

How I found out came in the way of a “dream” one night in the late 70’s, early 80’s. This was a time of a long drought. I was a spirit that organized the weather. I created a “blueprint” thought form for a rain shower. In it was specified the exact amount of rain that would fall, when it would start, and it’s duration. There was a kind of language used that was based on the tetrahedron in different combinations.  That’s when I woke up to hear rain drops outside. The rain increased only to the level of what was specified by “me” in the dream. It also lasted as long as specified in the dream. Thus, a drought was ended.

This was the beginning of the whole weather control ability.

I tell of this now because of the effect it had on many lives. I say had since the time that HAARP went fully operational, this ability hasn’t held up as well as it used to. What individual could compete with a device or several devices that are going at it, 24/7?

But, anyway, back in the day, I ended up experimenting with this new ability indiscriminately.
I regret it to this day. I even apologize for my possible part in this changing climate. When this ability became fully conscious, I was like a kid with matches. I wasn’t too wise in using it. I would divert whole storm fronts with a thought. In fact, before I started doing this, the weather patterns were a bit different. After, it changed permanently. I do hope it wasn’t me or at least, all me. Also, once there is an imbalance in the climate, it is difficult to get it back again. There are too many factors involved.  You tweek one and then another goes out of wack.  Then you tweak that one and something else is amiss.  Try to remember how it used to be?  I can’t.

Once, on a camp out with a group of friends, in 1986, I was sitting alone near the camp fire. Previously, I had a bit of an argument with my then boyfriend, so my mood was not very good. The wind was blowing. I picked up a stick and pointed it in a direction willing the wind to blow that way. The wind changed to the direction I indicated. I pointed the stick again in another direction with the intent that the wind again blow that way. So, it did. I did this several times and every time that I did this, the wind would change to the direction that I chose.

I once was driving in a storm in NJ. I was feeling myself in and above it. The more vivid that feeling got (which is an ecstatic state for me), the more intense the storm became. I had to pull into a parking lot because it got so intense that it was dangerous. Hail started to fall an pummel my car. I then communicated with the weather devas and elementals to lessen the intensity of the storm. I told then that it was endangering me, one who was kind of like one of them. A little time passed and the hail stopped and the rain was lighter.

Back in the late 70’s/early 80’s, a friend and I were going to the local Renaissance fair. The sky was cloudy and it looked like it might rain. I closed my eyes and visualized a clear sky. When I opened my eyes, the sky was totally clear. There was no rain that day.

A few years back, I was driving to my friend’s house for a visit. I got caught in a heavy storm. At times, it was hard to see. I did my joining with the storm. I visualized a hole in the clouds above me. Right after that, a nice perfect hole opened up and the rain lightened up long enough for me to complete my trip.

A few years ago there was a drought in the area. There was a stationary front that wouldn’t budge. It was as if there was a standing wave pattern keeping the fronts in place. It would rain in other areas, but it would stay away from where I and my friends were. One day/night, I saw some rain clouds wheel around the area that I was in. I decided to try something to possibly change this. I willed the clouds to come back over head. I imagined that I could feel the clouds as I mentally lassoed them. The clouds actually reversed direction and settled over head. It then began to rain thus ending the drought.

There are other incidences of messing with the weather, but I have to decline the telling of them. I wish I could but that would be unwise of me.  I can only say that there had been a few more incidents with this ability and they were quite alarming.

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And now for something other than myself. Mind control through forced drugging via airborne Lithium. Think it can’t happen to you? Are you concerned?

Red Shaman Intergalactic Ascension Mission

Another Day of Freedom in North America… I’m in a great mood… must be that lithium now in our atmosphere… so glad it is included with all the other chemicals along with the chemtrails and radiation… I must send a thank you note to the 10-15% of the population working against the people and the planet for the freebee, and the other 70%-80% who love their slavery enough to never offer an alternative… and now that I’m in such a great mood, I don’t care about anything… except more free lithium!… weeeee… wow it’s fun not to care… look at me folks… see how shiny my hair is and my nice clothes made by child slaves? That’s what is most important in the world now… it’s how I look and the fact that I care about nothing important…

http://beforeitsnews.com/space/2013/07/why-did-nasa-spray-lithium-into-the-air-from-rockets-launched-on-july-4th-2013-from-virginia-2462438.html

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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…

babaji

This is the first version of Babaji that I met

All of the entities that I encountered were not of an alien nature. I used to go to meditation classes back in the late 80s. I used to achieve extremely deep states of trance in them. In one of them, I was in very deep. To my right, I saw a beautiful looking man standing next to me. He had brown skin, brown eyes, and long brown hair. He was wearing a white one shouldered sarong like outfit. He was speaking to me. He was telling me to tell people something. When he finished talking, I couldn’t remember what he said. I asked him to repeat it again. Instead, he laid what appeared to be a blanket in a multi-colored chevron pattern on my lap. Then, he vanished. I realized that I was seeing the room and everyone in it through my closed eyelids. I also could still see the blanket (which I could feel on my lap). I wondered how long it would stay there. After a few minutes it faded out with my enhanced vision. Not too many years later, I found a picture that looked exactly like the man in my meditation. It was of Babaji. You know, the one written of in “Autobiography of a Yogi”. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahavatar_Babaji)

Around the same time frame, I was getting rebirthing sessions. In the middle of one session, I started to experience what is called tetany (paralysis due to energy trying to clear blocks in the body) in my legs and feet. I was having a difficult and painful time of trying to get the blocked energy to move. Then, when it seemed hopeless, I felt hands massaging the soles of my feet. I asked my rebirther if she was at my feet. I heard her voice coming from my side saying “no”. I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful and  ethereal  apparition. It was Hadiakan Baba (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haidakhan_Babaji). He was in his 18-year-old guise. He was wearing a shimmering yellow and orange one sleeve sari which reminded me of the colors of a goldfish. He also was translucent. I could see the rest of the room through him. He had a hand on each of my feet and doing Reflexology on the soles. He would move my feet and as he did that, my feet would move even though I was not able to move them myself. When he was finished, he took his hands off of my feet and bowed at them as if in deep prayer or meditation. The tetany then released and I could feel the energy flow out of my legs and feet. All the while this was happening, I was reporting this to my rebirther. He sat at my feet for several minutes then faded away. Thank you Babaji!

another babaji

This is also a more recent Babaji and the one who helped me

I have often wondered why, if they were for real, they would spend time on someone like me.  I am not really much of anyone.  But then again, I have everything inside me, as do all.  See…..How I Got My Name.

I have also had some rem realm types of encounters of a positive nature.  I call these encounters and not just dreams because of the profound nature of the  incidents.  When I was much  younger back in the 70’s, I had a vivid dream encounter  with two entities.  One was hovering to the right side of my bed and the other one was hovering at the end of the bed.  They were luminous and reminded me of Christmas lights (that again).  I asked them who they were.  The one to the right answered “You can call me Aunt”.  The one at the end of my bed answered “You can call me Uncle”.  Then they transmitted an energy to me that  I could only name as “love”.  It wasn’t the  kind of love that is the every day “I love this, that, you, whatever” kind of love.  It was a deep profound teaching that it was much more than the well-known sentiment.  It was  all-pervasive and encompassing.  Also, beyond that, it was indescribable.  Some dream.  It still has a realness to it for me.  It has haunted me ever since.  Perhaps due to encounters such as these, I survived the ordeals of the various tortures that I went through.  I didn’t have that kind of support in the “real” world.

Tara

This isn’t exactly how she looked (only one head and two arms), but the colors are right and it conveys the power that I felt from this one.

Well, how about one more “entity” encounter for the road?  Referring back to the post here again, I had a kind of preparatory period prior to that incident.  Back around the 70s again,  I had another dream   REM realm experience.  I was in my back yard where I grew up.  I saw a being there next to the pear tree.  She was tall and luminous (golden white and pink).  She was the most beautiful woman that I ever saw.  The pear tree was all lit up again, just like Christmas lights.  She directed me to eat one of the fruits from the tree.  I picked one and took a bite.  The taste was so intense and sweet and wonderful.  It actually was beyond description.  The closest that came to it was a peach from a friends special garden.  I looked back at the woman.  Upon doing so, I realized that we were one and the same.  She told me that this was so. That was the end of that “dream”.  Oh, one odd thing that happened in the “real” world after that is that pear tree (the one in my “dream”) somehow got a lot shorter than it was previously.  The trunk was at least a couple of feet shorter where it looked as if just limbs were growing out of the ground.  Now that I think about it, I wish that I had taken a picture of it.

I had one other dream with this one where she talked me out of doing something very detrimental to my life.  back  in the mid 80s, When I had a job as a computer operator in a hospital, sometimes I had to work the graveyard shift to fill in for another operator when he was away.  Several times I would feel a familiar energy (this entities’) and I would feel an urge to meditate  while jobs were processing.  This is the same energy that I felt while I was at Boothbay Harbor.  So, it ties into the rest of  my story.

I keep remembering encounters as time goes by and when and if I do remember any more, I will write an addendum to this.

What’s a good  Time Travel, Mind Control, UFO blog without the mention of other worldly entities?  Well, here are some of my experiences in that area.

One evening, back in the 1990s, while  I was sleeping, I was dreaming that I was looking at a barn that had bright green paint that was peeling off of it.  Then I felt as if my whole body was hit by a charge of electricity.  I then woke up in bed.  I was unable to move since I was still feeling the electric energy going through me.   I turned my head to see a small strange figure standing by the side of my bed.  It had a torso with two handless arms and no head.  It actually didn’t look real to me.  Fascinated by it, I kept wondering where it’s head was and when it would start to move.  I was starting to feel a slight twinge of fear but made myself supress it.  I then got an idea.  I somehow was able to barely whisper “In the light of the Christ, I greet you.”   After that, it disappeared.  It looked similar to when an old fashioned TV tube picture would seem to fold into itself and  vanish.  When it was gone, I was able to move again.

Perhaps this was one of those “hypnagogic” episodes that have been written about.  Or this could be some sort of visitation or something non-physical.  The thing is is that if it was typical, then how could I even whisper anything?  Well, anyway, the phrase that I whispered is one that a teacher of mine taught me for situations such as these.  Perhaps there is a valuable lesson in this.  I do find this quite comforting and gives a feeling of protection, along with my shielding techniques.

shadow people

This is close to what I am writing about

One evening, back in the 80s? When I was still living with my parents, I was standing in the kitchen looking at the dark living room. Actually, it was more of a quasi dark that  I could still see a little.  I turned the light off in the kitchen.  I started to walk into it when I saw a dark figure that was darker than anything in the room.  It was quite menacing looking and I nearly ran into it.  I stopped right in front of it, but not before I felt it brush my skin.  It felt like cheese cloth brushing it.  It felt ominous and somewhat  malevolent    Somehow keeping myself calm (it’s always a good idea to do this in occasions like these), I took several steps back and turned the kitchen light on.  I looked back into the living room and it was gone.  There have been reports of shadow beings and it is my belief that this was one of them.

This next one may or may not have been in the negative category.

In the early 90s, when I lived in Spring Valley,NY, I was waiting at a light that is at the intersection of the street that I was on and my street.  Walking towards me on the sidewalk was a strange looking person.  I can only describe his/it’s face was like the character Alfred E. Newman from Mad magazine.  It had that odd expression as well.  It also moved oddly. It was just all wrong. Perhaps it was some sort of entity that was wearing a disguise.  It sure seemed like that to me.  I was creeped out and when the light turned green, I couldn’t get away fast enough.  That’s how visceral my reaction was.

Alfred E Newman

I still wince when looking at this picture.

Next time, more  encounters both time wise and spiritual (oh, yes, I said that).

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.

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.

UFO/ET Experiences Part Two

UFO

When reading one of Whitley Striebers book one night in the late 80s, I heard 3 bangs 3 times at my window. I started to feel terrified. Then, I felt an energy enter the place where my head and neck join. It went through my whole body. I suddenly felt very sleepy and calm. I couldn’t stay awake and fell asleep.  I have also experienced this same kind of energy later on along with other people.

One evening, back in 1977, during a stormy winter evening something quite strange happened. I was in bed at the time. I saw a bluish light flood my room through the window. I also heard the sound of buzzing as well. I thought of looking out the window, but was too terrified to do so. I kept thinking how like the movie “Close Encounters” this was.  Now, I have thought of what this might be.  Perhaps it was a police car’s blue light?  No, it was way too icy out for any car. And, I didn’t hear any car noises outside.  Ball lighting?  Perhaps.  But, it did hang there for several minutes.  I would’ve expected to see the outside of the house or something near it singed.  Damn my cowardice!  I’ll never know for sure.

One day I asked if I was having abduction experiences and if so, could I get a sign that this is so? The next day when I was in the bath tub, I saw three new round scars that were arranged in a triangular formation. I have also had unexplained wounds and triangular-shaped bruises. This was at the time of the Hudson valley UFO sightings. I have also had a large triangular one on my arm, which I didn’t have before I went to bed, but only upon waking up. It looked like a burn that got worse at first, then it gradually faded out. I thought that I might’ve been branded.

I had a series of inexplicable puncture wounds over a course of a couple of years. They always occurred in the outer lobes of my ears. First, there was the one in my right ear lobe that again, I woke up with. There was usually a spot of blood on the pillow. Then, six months after that, I woke up with another puncture wound in my left earlobe. The next one, also a puncture wound, was in the right ear lobe just about exactly a year to the day of the first wound. This last one also occurred on the night of some missing time. I was driving my friend home from Circleville, NY to NJ. I was driving towards Route 17. I have no memory of how I got onto Route 17, though and I found myself extremely disoriented and noticed that the time was about 30-45 minutes later than it should’ve been. When I tried to remark on this to my friend, she blurted out that we weren’t abducted. I didn’t ask her that so it is curious as to why that was the first thing to come to her mind. She was also freaked out about the aqua blue lights that she kept on seeing through her apartment window. I go to see them and they were quite unnaturally blue unlike any stars in the sky. They also kind of lingered in the same area for stretches of time.

In that same ear, I later noticed an odd protuberance sticking out of it. It kind of felt and looked like a wire. I had a friend of mine check it out by feeling it. She confirmed that it was there. Later on, I did a really stupid or really smart thing. I got to run an electric current with a machine-made for building up one’s core energy with electric current. I had my friend put the ….. to the ear withe the object. It either moved or was disintegrated because, since then, I have been unable to find it.

All of this was not the end of the ear wounds, though. After many years of no incidents, I had on in the winter of 2007. I woke up with a puncture wound in my right earlobe once again. This was also around the time of some vivid disturbing dreams of a creepy looking small stranger with strange large eyes looking down at me and a normal looking young man with a bandana on his head (kind of reminds me of the so-called super soldier type) being let in by my landlord also looking down on me.

Speaking (how silly to say that since I am really writing) of dreams, I once had a dream that I was walking up my home street. A UFO was flying overhead.  I then was taken up to it.  I felt no fear.  Then, the next thing I remember in it was my lying on the steps of the porch.  In the bushes were some owls looking at me.  Owls are often reported as a cover memory in abductions.

More to come….

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