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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/

And now I would like to tell you of my Tibetan sojourns in the late 1980’s.

I was listening to a tape of David Hykes Harmonic Choir (Hearing Solar Winds) while meditating. I was contemplating on my recent gifting of the ability to sing overtones. (I have a mini site on this at http://www.squidoo.com/harmonicsinging) I wondered how and where this ability came from. Not much time passed when I found myself in a young boy’s (10 years old) mind. I once again lost my identity in him. He was of Tibetan origin. He was dressed in silken robes and a large hat shaped like a crown with black tassels hanging down in front of it. He was sitting on a platform covered by a rug. This platform was being carried by four Buddhist monks up a narrow passageway in a long narrow room filled with other monks. These monks were chanting in overtones (not quite like the tape I was listening to, but more like the traditional chants). This boys mind was completely still with no thought in it. I probably was the only ripple in it. A moment later, I was back in my body and my room.

Shortly after, I came upon an audio cassette of the Gyuto Monks Overtone Chanting.  On the inner sleeve that was included with it

were pictures of these monks in performance.  They were all decked out in heavy-looking silken robes and large hats shaped like crowns with tassels hanging down, just like the one the boy wore in my experience.  This was the first time that  I ever saw this!

Another time, not too long after, I had another experience with the same young man. It was during a rebirthing session. I found myself sitting on the floor next to him in a room that was dimly lit by a single yak oil candle. He looked a few years older this time. There was a book lying on the floor in front of him. It had long horizontal pages with the front and back covers made of wood. It was open to a page with some Sanskrit writing on it. He began to sing the chant that was in the book. He directed me to chant along with him. I started to chant and found that I could easily follow him. He continued to flip the pages as we chanted the words in it. Then we got to the end. Next, he instructed me in what he called the Dragon Breath. It was an odd kind with a somewhat forceful and sustained out breath. I did this kind of breathing for several minutes instead of the circular rebirthing breath that I started out with. After that, I came out if it and was back in the room. I came to the end of the rebirthing session. The person who was facilitating the session told me that when she noticed that I was breathing differently, she was going to interrupt it and get me back to the circular breath. But, when she started to feel the vortices coming from me hit her, she decided against it. She said they were so powerful, they almost knocked her down.

I don’t know the identity of this young man or if he was/is real.  I don’t know the exact era either.  But I did learn somethings and found some corroboration of sorts.  I have also often contemplated trying that weird breathing technique that I learned back then, but have been too skittish to do it.

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.

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.

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.

Alleged stargate found under Bagdad

Alleged stargate found under Bagdad

This is going around Facebook.  It is a picture of an alleged stargate found underground in Iraq.  I know it kind of looks like the prop from the movie and TV show “Stargate”, but, who knows.  This could either be faked and taken from the movie/TV show or the reverse may also be true.  Iraq is known to have a stargate created by the Annunaki back in the day of the Sumerians.  Perhaps this is it or part of it.  If you look on the wall framed by the “stargate”, you will see my name in graffiti there.  It even looks similar to my chicken scratch.  All one needs, another paradox.  But, I guess it could be any Maia, right?  Perhaps.

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.

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.

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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