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I know that I may get a bit stream of consciousness here, but that’s how memory works.  Or at least my memory.  So, I’m going back a bit to other visits to the area of the Montauk Project.

After the trip in 1993, I went out to Montauk and Camp Hero a few other times.  I don’t remember exactly how many since it was many years ago.

One of those times was in the summer of 1994, I went back. Before this, some others (including the ones who met me at Montauk Point Park) and Preston Nichols had also gone there. They had found what seemed to be an area on one side of the trail that led to the base that was paved with macadam and was perfectly circular. They took radiation readings around the 3 PM time and found that the area was emitting radiation. I remember Preston talking about his symptoms afterwards which were similar to low-level radiation sickness. He ended up wading in the ocean to draw out the radiation.

When I was there that same year, I walked by that area and chose to definitely not walk on it. The day there was uneventful, that I remember, except for the draw at one of the entrances to enter, which I did and walked only as far as the old computer building. I felt way too uneasy to stay there. Oh, yes, one little thing. I was at a different entrance (northeast?) Where I found a kind of mystery closet. It was a tiny building with graffiti on it. Inside was an open entrance hole with a ladder going down in it. According to others who went to Camp Hero before me, all entrances to the underground were all sealed. Guess not. I thought about going down that ladder into that hole of the unknown. Then I thought otherwise. I also thought that it looked like some sort of trap. The cover for the entrance was there on the floor. What was to keep someone from putting it back in place to close me inside? I walked out of it  and back into the trail that led to the back gateway.  I did breach the gate there since there was a large hole in it that was most likely made by others who went on a jaunt there before me.  I also felt as if it was some sort of invitation which was also disturbing to me.  So, being the nosy drawn person that I was, I went through the breach onto the base.  I didn’t go very far, though since an over abundance of caution started to take over.  I did investigate the first building that I saw, which turned out to be the old computer building.  I also now as I write remember the strong feeling of someone watching me or could that have been an over active imagination?  I got spooked and left after that.

Nothing happened until I was home in the driveway. I was standing there when a big black SUV with blacked out windows pulled into the driveway lights glaring. For a moment I thought that it actually might run into me. But, it stopped and stayed there for a few seconds. Then, it backed out into the street and sped down it the wrong way (it was a one way street). About a half hour later, I felt deathly ill and had to vomit. I was that way for the rest of the evening. I have often wondered if that mysterious SUV had any connection to it and Montauk?  Such vehicles have been seen there.

Another such trip was in 1996. I drove up for the day. Even though there were “No Trespassing” signs, I ignored them and hiked no-trespassinginto Camp Hero (or the scene of the crime, as I call it). It took me years to find the courage to do this and there was nothing that would stop me from doing so. I have to confess that, as much as I felt a bit of terror at being there, I also felt a strange draw (pre-programmed?) To and exhilaration at the prospect.

The trip there was easy and uneventful. I walked on the path that was closest to the cliff there. I thought about how earlier,, when I drove up the road that led to the gate near the “subsidized” housing community (allegedly it was really housing for base personnel), it seemed as if it was further back on the road than before. I had heard that people visiting there affected the area somehow and things there would shift about a bit.

I parked my car in the parking lot where the light house is and walked towards the base.  I was on the seaside path which leads to the back entrance which was the entrance that I used the other time that I was there.  Well, I was thinking about that mystery closet that I had investigated previously. A few steps later, there was one that was the exact duplicate of it. It wasn’t in that location the last time that I was there. I just had to check it out. Inside was the same graffiti as before and the open entrance with the ladder beckoning to me to enter it once again. I wished that I had some rope and a flashlight. I resisted the temptation to explore this area. Also, there was a distinct stench of something that died and was rotting. I couldn’t see any corpses, animal or otherwise. When I emerged from it, I saw a round quartz sea stone that was wet with sea water lying on the grass as if it was placed there a moment before. I didn’t see or hear anyone go by and it wasn’t there prior to my entering the building. Yet, it looked like it had been placed there a few seconds before I saw it. This part of the area was also any yards from the water. But, it kind of looked like a gift, so I took it with me.  I wanted something that held the energies of that place and quartz was the perfect storage vehicle for that.  Usually natural objects in an area like this hold memories and secrets that can be accessed if done the correct way.

As I finally walked the roads on the base, I found myself sensitive to the energies in various locations around there. There was one persistent phenomena that I encountered. First, when I was at the plugged up entrance to the boys bunker, I felt uneasy. I could smell the stench of something decaying and the metallic tinge of blood. I could sense the feeling of fear and violence. I kept getting the impression of someone screaming and dying quite violently. It was so strong that I had to get out of that spot. When I did, it ended.

When I went up the road there was a similar spot in front of what once was (it was demolished) claimed to be the building that housed aliens. The same sensations came over me which made me feel quite ill, I got out of that as fast as possible. When I did, I felt much better.  I just have to speculate here. Could this have been the etheric residue of Junior’s rampage so many years ago? Perhaps and perhaps not.

I did have one sneak about silly moment when a truck drove by and I tried to hide. I don’t think I succeeded and was seen, but nothing happened. Anytime I went out there, I always felt as if I was being watched. There, it was most likely. Also, I would like to add, is that I had the feeling of having an open invitation to enter at any time. I would feel the pull and a whisper at the back of my mind “Go in, go in.”

I wanted to find the planetary crosspoint next. I didn’t bring a map (I did have one) of the area, so wasn’t sure which way to go, well, at least, consciously. I recognized the triangular area that was a smaller vortex point. When I was there I centered myself, put my hand out and felt my way. I could feel the tug of that large energy vortex pull at it. I just followed that pull and a short time after I arrived at the crosspoint.

In the middle of it was a curious sign. It said “No Trespassing”.  So, I thought, what was that for?  The visitors who happen to drop on that spot like I did once?  (See my post on this here.) It was an odd place for it.

2003 Next  
I went to Camp Hero on August 12th, 2003. Even though it was the day of the earth’s biorythm, it was somewhat anti-climatic.

After an uneventful drive to Montauk, I mainly went to the Camp Hero crosspoint a little before 3 PM. I had decided to change things up a bit and do the more risky option which was to be on the base in the energetic center of it. I mainly sat myself down and meditated. I felt into the energies as the hour approached. It felt as if an outside force was trying to turn a great wheel. I concentrated on keeping that from happening. That was an exertion.

There I was with people driving in their cars on the circular drive around me. It seemed as if no one wanted to stay for too long in that area. I must’ve looked rather absurd to those passersby. Yet, I still concentrated on my connection to that crosspoint and keeping things stable there. Perhaps it was only my delusion that this was necessary, but I figured that it couldn’t hurt to try. Then, suddenly, a single large drop of water fell on me from out of the clear blue sky above me. How or why this happened or where it came from is still a mystery to me. Was it some inter-dimensional tear or a condensation of the energies that I was feeling there? At least the place was still producing the occasional anomaly as it always has in the past. After this trip, I had heard that I just missed others that I knew that were also visiting. It was probably for the best though since interacting with others tends to derail what I felt it had to do.

Now, here is one bit of discrepancy in my recollection of that day in that it seems that everyone else remembers a great blackout where I do not. I remember a blackout as described, but earlier. Here’s where it gets hazy in my mind. I have trouble remembering if it was the year before or a month or two before. I do remember that all power was up and running that day or it would’ve been very difficult to travel the over 3 hour trip to and from Montauk since lights would’ve been out. I also recall that on the day of this blackout, which was weekday, I was at work and ended up going home early. I went home and sat in my room for most of the 4 hours, which was how long it lasted there. So, I would definitely say there is a major discrepancy in my memories and everyone elses here. Of course, this was one of several like this. Montauk girl, time traveler, dimensional instability. It makes some crazy sense to me, kind of.

There was one other trip (200 or 2001?) that I recall but I seem to can’t get the memory of it straight.  It has already been written about by Peter Moon, so right now I will leave that one alone until  and if I get it clearer or it will come out a confused unreadable jumble.

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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…

UFO

This is allegedly a real UFO taken with lenses that Commander Graham Bethune (deceased) developed. Though there were those who attempted to debunk these pictures, this was not convincing.

Yes, eventually we had to get to the related topic of UFOS.  One of the characteristics of anyone being chosen to take part in The Montauk Project is UFO related.  Usually one has to be an abductee or something like that.  Well, I have had quite a few UFO/”ET” experiences.

Some of my experiences are outright and others are possibly linked.

When I was 7 years old (in 1964), I woke up in the middle of the night. The bedroom door of my brother’s room was open and my parents bedroom door across the hall was open as well.

In their doorway I saw a small shadowy figure. It was short with a disproportionate head. I couldn’t see any features. It was moving in a strange staccato way. It was …..up and down and looked kind of like someone moving with a strobe light on it. I thought I heard it whisper “Go back to sleep. Go back to sleep.”. I also saw what seemed like four-legged creatures on the walls. These reminded me, after the fact, like the creatures that Betty Andreason saw. I put my head under the covers and fell asleep.

In the morning, I told my parents what I saw and, of course, they told me that I was dreaming. I claimed that I wasn’t dreaming. I even did a little deductive reasoning by ruling out who it could be. I concluded that no one in the house fit the description. This figure was more like the greys that have been written about. My experience was way before them.

After this experience, I became quite precocious. I gave up playing with toys since I was tired of childish things. My family and friends were disturbed by this and did their best to pressure me into being a “normal” little girl. Eventually, I went back to playing with toys. I then became somewhat immature after this.

Is this linked to the UFO/alien phenomenon? Possibly, is my answer.

This is not the one and only experience I have had.

Back in 1988, I finally had my first conscious UFO sighting that I can remember. I was at my friend and mentor’s house with another friend at a party. All three of us went out to the front porch. Somehow, we got into discussing the subject of UFOs. My host told us that she would see them in Sedona. She went back inside the house and came out with a pair of binoculars. It was a clear dark night. She told us that she would show us what she was talking about. She searched the sky using the binoculars. After a while, she indicated that she had spotted something. She then passed the binoculars to my friend. My friend took a good look at the object in the sky. Then came my turn. I looked through the binoculars at the area of the sky that my host indicated. I found it easily. What I saw was a bright white light with red and green lights that seemed to revolve around the center of it. The others went inside and I stayed out a little longer to look at it. I was there for about a half hour. I saw the stars change position, but the object stayed in the same area of the sky. Then, I made a mental request for the object to do something. A moment later, I saw what appeared to be a beam going towards the object. Then, it seemed to get closer, then farther away.  At that point I felt like going inside, which I did.

I have seen quite a few UFOs after that.

I once was driving on a road just before sunset (1990?) from work in Chestnut Ridge,NJ. I looked up to see a bright light approaching from the east. It turned to reveal some sort of physical craft. It looked kind of like a 727 except it had no wings, markings, or jet pods. There was a row of windows and at the end of it were a couple of round structures with blinking lights on them. It went slowly enough that I got a real good look at it. I could only think that there was something definitely wrong about it.

Another night, as I was driving in NJ, I saw a big bright light fly in from my right on a cloudy night. It traveled with me for a minute or so and then flew back the other way. Now, this could’ve been a reflection, but it I checked that out and eliminated that possibility. It could’ve been a spot light, but spotlights usually move and don’t follow one when one is driving. This could’ve been a discrete object or a what some would call a psychically projected object. I have no way to know for sure.

Cloaked in cloud?: I was getting ready to go to work early one winter morning (Spring Valley,NY).  I looked  up to see what seemed to be a single lenticular cloud mixed in with other clouds.  I thought that if this was a cloaked UFO that the winds would blow away the other clouds and the only one remaining would be the lenticular one.  This is exactly what happened.  And, instead of dissipating, the lenticular cloud seemed to harden with a defined edge and a shiny solid-looking surface.  It also stayed  for as long as I could view it when I drove away. (about 10 to  15 minutes)  Oh, and I did have the presence of mind to get my camera (old-fashioned Polaroid) and take a picture of it.

UFO Cloudship

This picture does not do this justice.

I have seen on various occasions in NJ, NY, and CT various forms of unidentified objects in the sky. They have taken the form of:

  • Red lights hugging the ground while following me while I drive
  • A classic saucer type over the Hudson River
  • An odd vehicle with little people in the window flying among the trees in Oakland, NJ (I have never heard of a silent helicopter that could fly in a wooded area safely)
  • An unknown shaped large object slowly crossing the moon (this is after I told my friends in the car that we might see a UFO that night)
  • Triangle and wedge-shaped objects in Schenectady,NY, Pine Bush,NY and Port Jefferson, NJ
  • A light in the sky that did incredible maneuvers in the Colorado sky
  • A light show in CT: The most unusual of which was a pink/amber light that flew along the horizon, stopped at one point, blinked for a short time, and then went down vertically.  This particular object did this several times as I and others watched.
  • And my most recent sighting last year while on a train to NYC looked like a fuzzy shrimp (yes, odd to me too).

I also was a member of a pro active UFO group that did CE5 (Close Encounters of the fifth kind which is human instigated contact) expeditions to areas in the Hudson Valley. There were some interesting sightings, interactions, and communications. I can write more about this in another posting perhaps to finish this part of the topic. There may be a part two.

Interesting activity on this blog on the 29th of March.  The one page that was mostly viewed was the one on the “Maia Stargate” .  There were 57 in all on one day, which is very unusual, so I kind of noticed it.  I am told that this is a hoax and yet, there is quite a bit of interest in it it seems.

Here are some pics of the stats on this.

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