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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.

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.

So, what provoked me to contact the ones who were now publicizing The Montauk Project?  Why would I think that it was a possible explanation of many things anomalous and troubling in my life?  Well, it could be the many synchronicities that I remember experiencing.

So, what synchronicities would those be?  How about a list?

1) Psychic ablities were usually forced to develop in Montauk boys/girls for use by an alter for influencing/manipulating things and people, creating things, and destroying things and people.  In the past, I know I had the abilities to influence/manipulate others and things.  These would be telepathy and telekinesis.   I have good reason to believe that they were not meant for my waking self, but for one of the alters.  They just were a bleed through to my consciousness.  I have to say that I did things with my ability to influence others psychically that I’m not very proud of since I played people around me like puppets at times.  It just made me sick both physcially and emotionally.  As for the Telekinesis, it would go out of control and all sorts of things would get broken.  I even have some “memories” from Montauk in conjunction with this as well.  Also to be expanded upon in another post.

2) Those who ended up traveling in time in this project a lot of times would end up dimensionally unstable.  I have had several time and dimensional displacement experiences.  For starters, when I was in my teens loud music woke me up in the middle of the night.  It was coming from my brother’s room that was across the hall from my room.  I got up to ask him to turn it down.  Just before I knocked, the noise ceased and I only heard snoring from inside the room.  Seems like he was asleep the whole time.  Most likely the music was on earlier.  That was just one incident.  As for the dimensional part, that is too long for this post.  I’ll just have to leave you hanging until another time.

3) Bloodline family ties mainly in the Merovingian or Dragon (Pendragon) Scottish lineage are common.  I also was told that Aleister Crowley was related to this bloodline as well.  The physical traits of blue eyes and blond hair were preferred just like the Nazi ideal of the Übermensch.  Actually, there were quite a few that were not with those traits.  My ancestry is in that lineage as well as I have the blue-eyed and blonde haired thing going.  Also, my deceased grandfather on my mother’s side was a Nazi as well as his brothers were in the SS.

4) I grew up a couple of hours from Montauk when I was a child and young adult.  We had ready transportation at the time in the form of a plane that my parents had at a local airport.

5) Memories of torture.  Torture was the treatment of choice for personality splitting.

6) Involvement in the Civil Air Patrol at the time of the project.  The Civil Air Patrol is the civilian auxiliary of the Air Force and allegedly had some involvement regarding Montauk.

7) The Montauk Boys in my life.  All the usual blonde haired and blue-eyed kind with psychic abilities and/or the handler disposition.  One of them I remember being at Montauk.  This one also had a mentor/sponsor that had some possible involvement in Montauk.

8) UFO/Abduction experiences are common with Montauk survivors.  I have had a number of UFO/contact/possible abduction experiences.

9) DID resulting from the torture treatments ministered on and before the Montauk Project.  I have had several incidents of missing time and also alter switching.

One funny thing was back in the day (1970s, early 80s), I was obssessed with time theory.  I used  to write reams and reams on the more metaphyscial aspect of the nature of time.

These are just some “coincidental’ items that just prodded me into looking into my possible involvement with The Montauk Project.

The “Beginning”

Since I well know that my first interview was interfered with and just about unintelligible, I will recount some of what I said in it here.

So, where to begin? I guess at some sort of “beginning”. You see, to identify a definite beginning is difficult when it comes to something like The Montauk Project. But, I can only try.

Back in 1992/93, a friend of mine brought a certain book (The Montauk Project: Experiments in Time) and a video as well (The Underground Interview video). She strongly recommended that I read it and view the video. Well, I did read the book and at first thought that it was barely passable science fiction. I also thought that it might be true for those who say they were involved. So, I was on the fence regarding it.

Then I viewed the video. Or tried to view the video. I kept having the unfortunate reaction of getting sleepy and not being able to view all the way through. At the third attempt, when I was with a friend, I forced myself to stay awake. I finally was able to accomplish this while also becoming aware of a feeling of anger bordering on rage. I zeroed in on what might be the trigger for this and the sleepiness. I found out that I was reacting to Al Bieleck’s voice. I had no memory of him and wasn’t sure why I would have such a strong reaction to a stranger.

Well, I decided to take a look into my own past and see what might relate to this. What I found made me think that maybe there was more to this than I fist had thought. Being part of such a project would certainly explain quite a few anomalies and experiences in my life. Sort of like a unified field theory, but in a personal sense. So, I decided to contact the publisher Peter Moon and Preston Nichols in a letter. Very soon thereafter, I received a reply. It seems that I was the first person to write to them about this. I even spoke with Peter on the phone. He asked if I wanted to speak at the next Montauk night on Long Island. That I did turn down, but planned on attending it.

One night while I was lying in bed, a day or two later, I felt a presence in the room and “heard” a voice say something like “So, you want to remember what you did in Montauk? Well here it is!” I felt as if this presence invaded my mind and brought up rapidly shifting images of the Montauk underground. Some particular ones I remember is the Montauk chair as well as being carted through the hallways on a gurney. The images came so fast that I felt overloaded and like I was going to burst. Then the attack ended and I was exhausted. It was as if my mind had been shredded.

Perhaps it was to deter me from looking further into my possible involvement with the Montauk Project. Instead of being a deterrent, I found that it was a possible confirmation instead and that I had rattled someones cage enough to provoke an attack of this nature. So, I was more resolved than ever to investigate more.

Since this is a longish story, I will continue with more snippets as tine goes by.   This might disintegrate into gibberish if I write about this subject for too long.  So, your patience if you’re reading this is much appreciated.

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