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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/

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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.

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.

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.

Montauk Boys In My Life Part 3

Throughout my life I have met and had relationships with several boys who fit the Montauk/Monarch profile.  One that got some notoriety in the 1990s was one named Michael Ash.  Allegedly, he kind of escaped from the Montauk underground in 1993 kind of around the time I was there (see “The Camp Hero Crosspoint”).  After his “escape” and deprogramming by Preston, he started to give presentations on his part of the Montauk Project.  I did learn a thing or two from him, such as how to tell the difference in energy of various staticky videos.  But, he was not much in the way of help.  He would admit to me in private that there were Montauk girls in the project and then would tell the public that there are/were no such thing as a Montauk girl.  He only would say that there were girls programmed as “Black Widows*” and “Miss Expendables*” for the boys.  I gather he was part of the damage control.

There were some guys that I suspect were in the project or related projects since they fit the profile.  And, did I tell you, being a Montauk girl makes it a lot easier to meet Montauk boys, since these are usually arranged meetings (behind the scenes).  That’s part of the control too.  I will tell you of one that I know is a Montauk boy.  He used to live on the floor above me in the first house I moved into.  He was tall, blonde, and Nordic looking.  He was troubled, psychic, and self-absorbed.  Yet, we had a  connection.  One time I got the mail out of the mailbox.  There was one envelope for a phone bill addressed to a Alan Batchelor.  I asked him if he knew what that was  about.  He told me that Alan Batchelor was his mentor (handler?) and put the phone under his name to help him out.  I also later heard this person’s name mentioned in connection with the Montauk Project.  One night, he answered the door and there were some strange men there.  They said something to him and then he broke out into full on Karate Kid mode.  This was a supposedly passive person.  I now wonder if  this was a programmed response to a perceived or actual threat. One time he had the flu and I was upstairs.  His door was open and he was there.  He looked around at me with a kind of fierce expression on his face which made me want to be way away from him.  I found out later why that was so, you see He is one  of the ones that I remembered in the Montauk underground.  He was a psychic assassin/executioner that I will tell you about in another post.  In this experience, he turned to look at me after he psychically executed some associates, I saw the exact same expression on his face as he turned toward me.  (I guess I really do have to post this story next to clarify things.)

I haven’t seen him or Michael in a long time since they are off the radar, so to speak.  For some reason, I’m not feeling too sorry about that.

Stewart Swerdlow

I will now write about another major Montauk Project player, Stewart Swerdlow or Stan Campbell as he was called in the Montauk books.  This one will be brief since no memories (I still am memory challenged) of him before 1990 are forthcoming, whether fortunately or unfortunately, but what happened might be of some interest.

Way back in the 1990s, Stewart was finally free (he had allegedly been wrongfully jailed in order to rein him in).  He got a place to live on Long Island at the timer.  It was on August 12th when Peter Moon and I met and picked up Stewart.  We were going to Amagansett (Stewart was speaking there) and Montauk .  One of the things that Peter was interested in doing was to search for gravestones with the name of Parsons in the local graveyard. In Amagansett, we met with a gal who got a ride with us to Montauk.  In our conversation with her we learned that Jack Parsons was an ancestor of hers (uncle or grand-uncle).  So, instead of a deceased Parsons, we had found the live equivalent.  But, I do digress.  We did go around the perimeter of  Camp Hero (there were still No Trespassing signs posted).  We didn’t stay too long.  Stewart and I seemed to hit it off, kinda, sorta.

In a later conversation with Peter, I learned that Stewart pretty much called me a Montauk Project wannabee.  That was a bit of a let down.  I also know that he was never deprogrammed, so who knows what he was playing at.  I have too many synchronicities to totally refute involvement.  I never wanted to be a part of something like this.  I would love for it to be a delusion on my part.

Not too long after this, I was attending a seminar in Connecticut and waiting to go to breakfast with fellow attendees in the lobby of the hotel.  Across from us I saw a man who was the exact image of Stewart.  He had the same face, facial hair, clothes, etc as he did.  I was going to speak to him when I noticed no recognition in his eyes.  So, I didn’t say anything since I started doubting myself.

Later, while we were at the table in the restaurant, I was being asked about the Montauk Project.  When I started to answer them, I had a strange feeling.  I looked to the table across from us and there was the Stewart look-alike.  He was sitting there and leaning towards us eavesdropping.  I stopped speaking right then.  It was uncomfortable.

Was this Stewart?  Was it him in an alter personality?  Was this some doppelgänger or clone?  And why would someone looking like him show up at an event that I was attending only to eavesdrop when I was talking about Montauk?  Too many questions.  I sure would like to know.

Alexander Duncan Cameron

What is the Montauk Project without the Montauk Boys?  The most known ones being Duncan Cameron and Stewart Swerdlow.  Also, George Dickson, whom I have already written about previously.  Also, a  lesser known Montauk boy named Michael Ash.  I have had interactions with all of them.

First I will write about Duncan.

How can I begin to enumerate the relation to each?  I don’t remember any of them, yet Duncan was the one who I most felt a familiarity with.  I have even experienced some paranormal type stuff with him.

At the first Montauk Night that I attended way back in 1993 in Farmingdale, NY, Duncan was in attendance along with Preston Nichols and others.  When I saw Duncan first enter the room, he looked many years younger than when I saw him in the videos.  His hair was a dark blonde and there were no lines or wrinkles in his face.  During the course of the evening, I watched him age several years in a couple of hours.  By the end of the evening, he looked exactly like he did in the videos.  He had grey hair and a craggy face.  Later, in 2010, at the Montauk symposium, I would get to view a video of Dr. David Anderson’s time chamber experiment.  In this time chamber was an Amaryllis flower which went from bud to blossom and back again in a few minutes.  According to a video and photographic expert that was in the audience that night, it wasn’t a time lapse video.  So, perhaps science shores me up on this.  I just got to observe this effect in the real world.

Another time, at another meeting, I witnessed him doing the reverse.  There was a couch in the room and he was lying down on it.  I saw him start out with the same grey hair and craggy face.  The lines in his face smoothed out and his grey hair turned back to dark blonde.  I was stunned by the sight of this as I was in the first incident.  This was a man who definitely was not stuck in any one time.

At another meeting, (I forget if it was a Montauk Night or a Psychotronics meeting),  someone mentioned about the Anti Christ experiments with Duncan (you have to read the books) and Duncan abruptly jumped (I think that the phrase for this was something like “turned inside out”).  I was on his right side and got the full brunt of the energy that he threw off.  I felt as if I was lacerated.  I mentioned it to him and he apologized.  I know that  it was not a conscious reaction on his part, though.  From that time on, I remembered to always sit  on his left side.

I have even seen him in the least expected places as well.  I was in bed when I was awakened by a vicious leg cramp.  I saw and heard Duncan, who was standing by the bedside.  He told me to flex my foot back and forth several times to relieve it.  I did as he told me and it worked.  Of course, Duncan was not there anymore.

In another incident, I was at work when I saw him at the far side of the building.  I was confused as to why he would be there.  As he started walking off, I walked after him to catch up and ask him why he was there, but he disappeared and was nowhere to be found.

I had a dream one night of a conversation I was having with Duncan which was about did I ever want to have children.  At the next Montauk Night, we had that same exact conversation.   It matched up word for word with the dream conversation.

I might have even remembered in one of my dreams one little incident at Montauk.  Yes, some memories can leak out in Dreamtime whether it is a memory of something that hasn’t happened yet, as in the above or it has happened or is happening. I am satisfied that this can be so.  Remember, we are supposed to living in a time loop.  We have supposedly been this way before.  The possible “memory” was when I was in my early teens.  I had just been brought into the project.  Duncan was there comforting and befriending me with little gifts.  I think I was crying. The room was sparse and there were large pipes running along the bottom of the wall.  I thought I’d mention it since it feels so significant to me still after all these years.

As to claims of Duncan’s brain damage from the project, well, I kind of believe it.  It actually took 4 separate times that I had to reintroduce myself  to him.  He has had trouble with his mid-term memory.  Eventually, after sending him a bit of help energetically (I do a bit of energy healing work) for quite a length of time, I noticed a change in him.  I only had to tell him once about something and he would remember it the next time I saw him.

Someone I knew back in the 90s told me he that when he lived on Long Island he was tormented by Duncan during the height of the Montauk Project.  It wasn’t in the physical, but more in the psychic realm.  He indicated extreme aversion to Duncan.

The guys (Preston,Peter?) used to joke that I was the female Duncan Cameron, though I am nowhere near psychic in the same way as Duncan , though I have been so in my own way.  And the running joke was “The Montauk Boy Gets the Montauk Girl”.  That one was Preston’s.

Well, short of digging into past journals which have been buried in other belongings through the years, to find anything else that I might remember, that will be so it for now.  I ask no one to believe what I have written for it is mainly anecdotal, but I stand by it.

Duncan Cameron
Duncan Cameron, the main psychic used in the Montauk Project, will be giving a presentation in NYC.  I have been told that his first one was quite awesome.  This one will probably be awesome also.  Here are the details.Link: http://metacenterny.com/home-2/calendar-of-events/july-2012/

Friday, July 27th
“A Mind Altering Perspective” – the 2nd in a series of talks
with Alexander Duncan Cameron of
“The Montauk Project & the Philadelphia Experiment
7:00pm – 9:30pm
9:30pm – 10:000pm Networking

Come join us as Duncan takes us on a journey into our mind(s) via his expanded psyche.

Learn of the 19 ½ different levels of the mind – their structure, purpose, content, and why we all stay in the familiar parts.

Understand more fully the role of sexuality in the adjustment / clearing of patterns and thoughts.

Duncan states “my interpretation of the mind? A storage facility to house events, whether in transit or stationed. Most people are told what to do (by their minds) and have forgotten the true purpose (of the mind) – an intelligence that orders events sequentially so we don’t collide with them. What an incredible service!

Learn of the mind’s relationship to 2012 and those who are literally bridging reality from 2013 to 2033.

Cost: $27 cash at the door.

Delta T Antenna

Originally, I was invited to go to a Montauk Night to speak.  I didn’t feel too cool about that, so I asked to just attend.  This was in early April 1993.  When I attempted  to drive from the other side of the Hudson river to Long Island a snow storm started and quickly turned to whiteout blizzard conditions.    I can say that I definitely did not make it to Long Island that night.

But, the second time I got an invite from Preston Nichols to visit him at his lab in East Islip, NY.  (It also turned out that Preston was the crazy Preston that I heard about from a friend of mine back in the mid ’80s from a mutual friend).  This time I made it to Long Island.  I stopped first at Peter Moon’s house since he was to bring me over to Preston’s.

We made it to Preston’s house with no problem.  I could tell which one was his since the Delta T (octahedral shaped) antenna was over a building in the back of the yard.   The area had an interesting energy to it.   When we entered the back building, I saw Preston talking to a couple of people.  While talking to them I noticed him looking over at me with curiosity.  After they left, he asked me if I wanted to take a tour of the place.  Of course I said yes.  It mainly consisted of the front room and the back room where he had old radio equipment especially the alleged Tesla designed radio used in the Montauk Project.  Well, the circuitry sure did looked like art to me since it was laid out in spiral patterns.  I even called it a museum to which he replied that that’s what he called it “The Museum”.

I got to view the first video he took out at Camp Hero and he even gave me a copy.  He asked me if I wanted to try out the “Montauk Boys” music.  I was curious so I said yes.  He pulled out a comfy chair which was directly under the Delta T antenna and asked me to sit down in it.  Peter was behind me and Preston was in front of me.  I sat down and waited.  I recall that the first song played was Blondie’s “Heart of Glass”.  The only thing that I felt was the urge to dance I told them.  But, after that other songs from classical to rock were played in succession.  At that second song, I found that I couldn’t move or open my eyes.  This was not a voluntary condition.  I started to feel scared as hell.  There was one point when the theme from Swan Lake (Boston Pops version) was playing.  My hands felt as if they were being electrified.  I could hear Preston excitedly tell Peter to look at my hands.  Also, during another song, I tried to get out of the chair, but could only flop back  helplessly in it.  Finally, the music ended and Preston and Peter helped to bring me back out of my trance state.   Preston then told me that pretty much that it seemed that I had the same programming (chair, LSD experiments, Camp Hero  cross point signature frequency, etc) as the Montauk boys.  He even called me a time traveler since he saw my hands fading out during Swan Lake which was used for time travel preparation.  The other indicator was that the sound system which was specially set up for this registered a feed back into it.  He was puzzled though since he claimed that he didn’t remember me.  (Yet, boy did he stare)

The possibility that the whole Montauk involvement was/is real made for a great deal of distress for me.  Also, being left hanging with an “Oh  and by the way, you’re most likely a programmed time traveling psychic drug tripping mind controlled operative type”  (not the exact words) still feels like it sucks rocks.  It feels weird and can play hell at any “normal” life.  So, any wannabes out there, don’t do or wish it.  You’ll be very sorry.  Well, at least I had some support at that time.  Thanks to my friends then.

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