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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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Here are some of my experiences regarding being not quite myself.   They may or may not have some bearing on my relation to the whole Montauk mess, but I offer these stories anyway.  There were several incidents which I relate a couple of them here.

Back in 1986, near the end of my first Reiki class, during a (healing, med?), I had a very vivid experience. I was in the body of a middle aged man. He was looking at what seemed to be a missile ( shiny,silvery, cylindrical) of some sort. I was   completely  absorbed in his mind. I forgot about myself. I/he also knew that it was the time during WWII. He was talking to someone that he/I couldn’t see. He said something like “How glad he was that this will be dropped on the Japanese”. After that, I came back to myself.

During another meditation back in the 80’s, I found myself in the body of a young Chinese man. I was completely lost in his mind Potraitand, once again, forgot myself. He was a noble man in the era of the beginning of the Chin dynasty (221 B.C. to 206 B.C). He was wearing yellow silken garments. He was happily thinking “I saved her”. The her that he was thinking of was his wife. She was being held in prison for execution. She was pregnant with his baby. He had sent a messenger to the emperor to inform him of this in order to gain her release. It turned out that the emperor of this dynasty had made it law that all of the family members of the previous dynasty were to be executed, so there would be no one left to launch a counter offensive. His wife was from that family. There was one way that a female member could be exempt from this edict. That was, if she was carrying the child of a man from the current dynasty. Then she would be considered a blood relative since it was thought then that her blood was now like the man’s family’s blood.

Not too long after that, I revisited this one at a later point in time. He was in a field and out of his mind in pain. He was crying and wandering around aimlessly. It turned out that the message never got to the emperor and he lost his wife and child to the executioner. A group of men were approaching on horseback. They had loaded crossbows which they were aiming at him. (It seems that some jealous and greedy fellow nobles wanted his land and belongings) At this point, I was able to finally separate from him. I yelled at him in my mind to run. He just stood there knowing that he would be killed. The horsemen got in firing range and shot their arrows at him. They struck him and killed him on the spot.

Now, this was as real to me as my own life.  I had the same emotional reaction as to the death of a loved one.  That was how involved I was.  These may have been some rather elaborate and vivid hallucinations  or not.  They may have been past life events or just lives that are connected in time to myself  via a higher agency.  I’m not sure if it matters anyway.

Next stop: Tibet

This is a collection of a number of incidents that are relevant to the subjects of time/space displacement,teleportation, and parallel realities.

One night, back in the mid 80s, I had just arrived home after having an argument in the car with my then boyfriend.  When I got out of the car, I threw my glasses down in frustration and anger, which was not too bright  since they were my only pair and it was night time. I had to wait until morning before going to work to look for them.  It was a good thing that, at that time, I also had contact lenses.  So, the next morning, I searched the lawn around where I threw them and didn’t find them.  When I came back after work later that day, I decided to search one more time.  I still couldn’t see them anywhere.  I finally gave up and just stood staring at one part of the lawn.  Then, I saw my glasses kind of fade into this reality.  All of a sudden, there were my glasses.  They even were neatly folded and standing on  the side as if placed there.  One moment not there, the next moment there.  Hmmm. I had a land lady that used to say that her things were taken by field devils.

Later, I had another similar incident.  Except this was with an  iron.  I remember putting it in a certain place the other day, but when I went to get it, it wasn’t there.  I practically tore that room apart in search of it, but no iron.  I was unable to find it for about two weeks.  So, of course, I bought another one.  Very shortly after that, I was rummaging through the box that I had remembered putting the iron in the top of (it was open), and there it was.  If it had been there before when I had been searching for it, it would’ve fallen on my toe.  So, there it is again.

I have also had small objects (mainly crystals or energetic items) that have been carefully placed in a small purses, which have been closed, completely vanish out of that closed purse.  This has happened many times.

I have also seen changes to a person as if the original version disappeared and was replaced buy a complete stranger.   There was one woman in NJ that I and other friends visited regularly.  Her name was CJ.  She was a full-bodied jolly kind of gal with a good sense of humor.  On one visit, she opened the door as usual, but she was radically different.  This CJ was tall, thin, and taciturn.   She was the opposite of the old CJ that I came to know.  No, she didn’t lose weight.  It was much more than that.  I didn’t know what to make of it.  My friends didn’t seem to notice the change.

Also, there were a series of impossible changes.  I call them new old things.  For example, a two-story brick building that is painted white on the street where I lived.  The next day it is bare brick.  To clean all of the paint off of this building would’ve been quite an undertaking and couldn’t be accomplished overnight.  Yet, there it was as if it was always that way.  I have seen street corners with no building there one day and a building there the next.   I have seen a road that never had a divider in all of the years that I drove down it change to have an old divider as if it was there for years, yet it was new to me.  I also have had the celebrity dead and then alive thing a couple of times.  One was Enya  (heart attack) and the other was Bud Hopkins (died of cancer, alive again, and dead again).

I have noticed things shifting and changing as if this reality itself has rearranged somewhat.  I ‘m sure some of you reading this will remember some of your own incidents as well.  I feel safe to assume that you are out there.

I also had the Camp Hero cross-point experience in 1994 of which I have already written here: Camp Hero

There has been talk of a blackout on the eastern seaboard occurring a little after the August 12th, 2003 date.  I have no memory of this happening this way.  In my memory, it happened in 2002, a full year before the alleged blackout in 2003.  I keep attempting to reconcile this in my mind, but am unable to do so.

In 2010,I have been experiencing many instances of either time or space or both displacement. Or what seems to be that

First, I experienced instances of the feeling of sudden acceleration while standing or sitting or lying still. I would experience feelings of disorientation and dizziness as if I was spinning.

Then, the blinks (it is the sensation of the whole body blinking not unlike an eye and one is suddenly physically somewhere else and back again) occurred. There were three of them in the summer and fall of that year.

When the first blink occurred, I was thinking of an airport in the desert of New Mexico. I felt the sudden acceleration sensation and then had the whole body sensation of suddenly being at, what I believe to be, that same airport. I was standing on what appeared to be a runway. I say this because there was a large number on the pavement and there was desert all around. Then, I rebounded back to where I was originally. I felt quite queezy for a while afterwards.

When the second blink occurred, I was thinking of that in between void place that I remember being in (see post at this link: Identity Crisis) at one time. I was kind of wondering if a part/all of me was still there. The same sensation of acceleration started again. Then, I found myself in that same awful void. This is a “place” I did not want to go back to. But, like before, I rebounded back to my point of origin. The same feeling of queeziness came upon me afterwards.

Later that fall, the third and final blink for that year happened. This time I was not thinking of any place in particular since this time I was taken off guard. I was sitting on my bed and I suddenly just found myself still sitting on my bed, but in a different position (at about a 45 degree angle) without moving. Then, suddenly, I was back in the original position.

So, even though I had no control on when or what would happen to me during these episodes, I did have some control of the where of it.

I am also having either parallel realities experiences or the things disappearing and reappearing experiences this year as well as a repeat of the signature acceleration sensations.

Here are some recent incidences of possible indications of instability:

1/9/13
In “the little things may indicate something amiss” department. I was looking for a large bright red cup that I put on my nightstand the other day and it wasn’t there. I looked behind everything on there and nothing. The next day (yesterday) there it was in a not too hard to miss place. No one else touched it to my knowledge. I look for little things like these as kinds of indicators of change. (experience in book here)

1/13/13

(Another little indication or two?)

I was sitting in bed and applying makeup around 9 am this morning.  I looked for the eyeliner that I had just put down and couldn’t find it where I put it down.  Thinking it had moved, I looked all around me and under me.  I couldn’t find it and thought that I might’ve knocked it off the bed.  I went ahead and did my other tasks in preparation for going out.  I had moved to the end of the bed and turned around.  Then, I saw the eyeliner in the same place that I had looked previously and not found it.

That same morning, I was waiting for my father to bring the wheelchair so I could get out  of the car.  Then, I felt the sensation of sudden acceleration as if the car was moving.  I held on to the seat.  A moment later, it stopped.

I am getting these happening more and more now.  Either something’s wrong with me physically or the good/bad old days are here again.

That’s it for now.  More to come I’m sure.

In the last radio interview the host made a startling revelation to those listening.  Actually, I had a conversation with her prior to the interview.  She had already told me a smidgen of it.

If you got to listen to it, you may already know.   I will recap for those of you who didn’t hear it yet.  She revealed that she has memories of seeing me in her past.  Not the me of that time or the me of now, but an older me (about 10 to 20 years older).  This was on  three separate occasions mainly in Chicago and Louisville,Ky (1999 and 2000/2001).  One might have been at the same time that I was at the Louisville airport when I was younger as well.  She remembered  details of how I was dressed (purple shawl) and my hair which was dark with grey in it (I call it bad dye job).  Also she told of my demeanor.  Future (or past) me had the look of someone on a mission.  She (I) also made myself quite visible to her as if on purpose.  On at least one occasion I walked past her and stared at her.  This makes me think of the behavior of the Men in Black.  We had a further conversation on the phone which triggered another memory of  seeing me even further in her past in a bar.  That is where I walked past (this time wearing a blue shawl and some odd thing around my neck) and was looking at her.

One time, I would consider the possibility of mistaken identity.  Two times is “maybe she saw something”. Three times seems to start to synch the reality of it.  And four times, well, that is even more of a convincer.  It may mean that I live to a ripe old age and become a time traveling senior citizen.  Or something else like a parallel reality or even an older doppleganger.  Eventually I may know the answer to this since the future is inevitable.

In this day and age, such a thing could be reassuring since I have been finding my continued existence in doubt.

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