Could it be that even in 3D the one truth we all ignore is the truest? That being: consciousness is the real reality. In other words, while the frequency soup we are currently swimming in is deleterious to our very existence, and our awareness of our consciousness, that our consciousnesses are very alive and vital if we just noticed. I have sneaking suspicion that it doesn’t matter how poisoned we are, how ill we are, or how frequency managed we are, consciousness is untouched by it. The frequency management is effecting our bodies, and because we really and in some cases totally identify with the body (that it is the only thing that is real – i.e.: if you don’t believe me, let me cause you pain) that we IGNORE this other component of ourselves exclusively.

“Oh, that’s all in my mind…” or, “That is just a daydream, it wasn’t real…” or, “It’s all just my imagination…” It is with these type of statements and all the similar ones we tailor make to fit our lives that we continuously program ourselves to ignore the most powerful part of our selves. I remember as a kid being told that daydreaming would get me nowhere, neither would art, music or any other creative endeavor. That the only thing that counted was Good-Hard-Work. That meant that anything in my mind, was not real, and that time spent on that meant I was lazy and no good. Does this sound like ‘Slave-Training 101’ to you? My parents considered it a good honest work ethic. Instead of being helped to make my dreams a reality with good hard work, I was not supposed to dream at all. That made everything that occurred in my mind and heart quite useless, and any task I completed given to me by a ‘higher authority’ good. (sigh – programming – sigh)

From a different point of view: Thoughts are things. They have a resonance, a frequency. Everything in existence does. So, by thinking, I have just created something. It might only be a tiny wiggle in the electromagnetic frequency going on out there to who knows where, but I did jingle-jangle that frequency. Now, by the law of resonances, or harmonies, that thought may not have any effect other than, I thought it and it was cool to think it, or it could find a harmony, a similar sound (frequency somewhere along the EM spectrum), a commonality and become part of a greater chord (frequencies that fit together so nicely they weave a greater energy in them – a bigger sound).

Especially when your propel a thought with great emotion and intention.

We walk through our daily lives as we work, clean, cook, drive, shop, thinking and feeling about stuff and not realizing that we are creating as we do this. And!!! The more worn in the thought the more power it has – the more frequency threads it has gathered with the practicing of the thought – the better it creates in your life because of resonance/harmony/attraction.

Thoughts are things and emotions embody those things and they respond to your intent like magic. Tell me one thing you have no emotions about, even if that feeling is ‘Meh’. There is always an emotion accompanying a thought. Meh has a frequency too…

Now bring this back around to the way we are ‘encouraged’ to think and feel about society and its norms and programming and you can understand how thoroughly controlled we are and why we have been taught, media-ized, programmed, religionized, schooled, to never ever give our consciousness the power it really has. Within two seconds of realizing this it would not matter what was thrown at us, we would recreate it – laughing in joy as we did. No wonder this is so secret. In some people’s eyes if we weren’t controlled there would be mass chaos – at least to their power structure.

I think what we are supposed to notice, what all the ET’s, extra-intradimensionals, beings and orbs and channelings –  the entire supranormal universe is waiting for us to realize is this.  Once we understand that consciousness IS a greater truth than 3D, and we just look – notice, all of creation will open up to us and we can finally grow beyond who we have been told we are into what we really are it will forever be changed.


Plausible Deniability


So far, if information belongs to the government, it sorta, technically, belongs to the people. That means we can eventually get it declassified and do a FOIA

Freedom of Information Act

United States

The Freedom of Information Act, 5 U.S.C. § 552, is a federal freedom of information law that allows for the full or partial disclosure of previously unreleased information and documents controlled by the United States government. Wikipedia


request and read and educate ourselves about whatever we requested. Eventually. Some of it.

Now, Once this information, research and development go into corporate private structure and companies, ANY and ALL of the information becomes Intellectual Property of said corporation. Point in case: You Tube. Everybody is operating under the wrong or partially wrong assumption that You Tube is public, and that they have rights within said platform to publish and say whatever they feel they desire to.

Well, this is a big    NO, NOPE, NOT EVER.

You Tube is a PRIVATE company that is run on advertising revenue. In NO WAY does it belong to the people who produce product and air it on the platform.

Sooo, here’s my thought, and my quandary:

There has been excessive talk of plausible deniability for the government being the impetus for new business models like TTS. It sounds like a good idea on paper, but when you really think about it, every scrap of information, every shred of research, every developed product created from that, is owned by TTS. Yes you may have bought stock in the company, but when all is said and done, (and has yet to be even a valid point,) will even the stock holders receive anything out of TTS? Because now, everything that is done will be the intellectual product and property of and solely owned by TTS. What if Joe Outsider Schmoe happens along and unknowingly duplicates their ideas or the research has led him to similar lines of thinking and thus results? Joe wants to give it out freely and they don’t? They sue Joe for what ever they can to stop him. (shades of Tesla, only different)

Just a thought experiment here, but who wins? At least we thought we had some recourse of getting information out of the gov’t eventually, but once it is corporatized the rules change dramatically. Basically the individual has no rights corporately. It is my contention that one of the reasons so much tech went so very black is because it went corporate… and also because there just wasn’t a big enough profit margin to bring it out to the planet, because they were making so much money…well, elsewhere.

It bothers me that the above is being shifted very slowly into the corporate sector… How long before someone patents the words UFO, zero point energy, ET,  making it intellectual property so we can no longer talk about that without being fined? (I doubt they could or would ever care, but you get the point here, right?)

I can’t shake the feeling that something very tricky is going on right underneath our noses and when we figure it out, we are NOT going to like it at all

The ET Time Capsule: a must view


Dark Journalist and Robert Merritt: Nixon’s ET Time Capsule Will Change History

Dark Journalist, Daniel Liszt interviews Federal informant Robert Merritt in what the former believes to be his greatest scoop yet. Merritt was introduced to DJ by past interviewee Douglas Caddy, the Watergate attorney who represented E Howard Hunt, Gordon Liddy and for the five burglars who broke in disguised as plumbers.

Official FOIA documents show that Robert Merritt was an informant for the FBI, CIA and the ATF and he also testified at the Senate Watergate hearings.

Merritt is now believed to be in the final weeks of his life and he wanted to get some Earth-shaking information off his chest he received during three late-night meetings with President Richard Nixon in a bunker beneath the White House.

He says that a beset Nixon, knowing that he would not escape infamy during his lifetime read aloud to Merritt a message for posterity before sealing it somewhere in the White House as a time capsule for later generations to learn the Truth.

The letter contains information about how the United States had had an extraterrestrial being under its protection for 20 years and that scientists at Los Alamos had learned to communicate with this being, which helped them to develop advanced technologies.

Merritt says that Nixon said the discovery of this ET and its Earth-Changing information “Fell into our laps and that he did not use that word “extraterrestrial.” Nixon said that we had discovered things that came from the outer space or maybe a different universe which could either destroy us or be a great gift for humanity.

Douglas Caddy has sent a letter to the National Archives with the promise of directions to President Nixon’s ET time capsule, under the condition that its contents be made public.

From <>


Original interview


Follow up analysis


There is a HUGE (did I say HUGE!!!) paper trail on this. I have heard variations of this story many times before for about the last 20 years or so and this is the first clear version of it with a verifiable paper trail and a first person interview together.

HOWEVER, this is only one teensy piece of information, only one side of a many sided story but it helps. DK said that Nixon was fond of playing poker and IMO, this situation in many ways shows what a great strategist he was. It also gives credence to the idea that maybe he wasn’t such a crook – especially today in light of all that we know now about everybody else. It also brings light to the JFK assignation being more ET centered than money centered. (so many theories as to why) It lends credence to Joseph Farrell’s Third Force operating in the exopolitical arena, and the breakaway arena.

This is a juicy nugget to consider when you look at the presidency from Eisenhower to today concerning the ‘ET’ issue.

Ha!! By Douglas Caddy…ebook/

The Third Physics: the intersect between UFO’s and consciousness

It’s called the ‘Third Physics’ because:

The first was Newtonian.

Then there was Einsteinian.

And then there appears to be a third way….

Which has been in front of our eyes for thousands of years – had we been able to get past the programming. (see Joseph Farrel and Paul LaViolette etc…)

So I was going to write a long article on it because it seems with the advent of things like orbs and consciousness becoming better known and the awareness of people picking up as to actually understand some of this, this information has become an imperative. However, this article was already written and written very well and I just found it this morning. If you are at all interested in the UFO consciousness intersect, it is a MUST.

Here is a small snippet from the end of the article:


The Aether, the Torus and the Wave Structure of Matter

For the first time in recorded human history we may have a unified theory of everything (T.O.E.) within reach that not only explains our physical universe but also connects it with consciousness, closing the gap between science and spirituality once and for all, 300 years after Descartes.

The empty space of the universe is not empty at all. It contains a spiritual energy that modern day science has rediscovered as the aether but this energy has been known for thousands of years in many ancient spiritual traditions by names such as the Chi, Ki, and Prana or Akashic energy of the universe.

This energy not only shapes the physical world moment by moment, it is also related to consciousness. Contemporary science is revealing that the firm belief in a distinction between the material and the spiritual world is false. There is no duality, the universe is constructed from one and one substance only and both the physical and mental world springs forth from this single substance called the aether. Amit Goswami, Daniel Winter and David Wilcock are a few of the scientists who have crossed the bridge between science and spirituality and who now believe that the primordial conscious energy of the universe is the first cause of creation.

The aether energy can arrange itself into basic geometrical wave patterns that were named after Plato, the Platonic solids to form matter. Almost 2,500 years ago, Plato wrote that the physical world was constructed from the Platonic solids. The Platonic solids arrange themselves in what chaos theory calls fractal patterns weaving a matrix in space interconnecting atoms with the stars. The scales of the Platonic solid shapes are different but the ratios between them are still the same (following the Hermetic principle as above so below).

The suggestion coming from quantum science that the probability waves are real waves is now believed to be true. This finally solves the enigma of the wave particle duality of quantum science. There are no particles in the universe, only waves. What we see as a particle is in fact the focal point of vibrations.


The Last Heroic Act.

My dearest friend in the world is walking down the path to death, release and a new reality, with great strength and forbearing. She is not ready to give up yet and she is fighting. The medical people have all but given up on her and offer palliative care – she is having none of the damned chemical invasion, intervention. She is going the natural route. For now she is holding her own. I am walking this road with her, however she chooses to walk it and I cannot fathom how she must feel and I am dreading the day that my footsteps echo alone. This soul has always in my lifetime meant home, and all I had to do to find my way back was listen for her soft voice whispering in the wind.

-Excerpt Dec 16 2017


A beautiful soul passed from this earth. I spent four weeks of hospice with her. She died in her house, where she wanted to be. This is what the passing of a warrior soul looks like. She was diagnosed with stage 4 small cell carcinoma in May of 2017, a very aggressive, fast growing type of cancer. By new year’s she gave up the radiation treatments that would stop the cancer as it encroached on different areas of her body out of sheer exhaustion and weakness. She had apology in her eyes when she told me she was done irradiating her body and I reminded her that I promised to walk beside her what ever the out come, what ever she decided. I knew this day would come, after all the things we were doing didn’t work any more and after all her determination to live waned from the massive pain her body was in. The cancer caused a wasting syndrome and she could not eat enough to keep any fat on her lovely bones. They gave her 6-8 months – she beat that by 2 more, and the last one was the greatest battle I’ve ever seen. These are my random thoughts, observations. It is hard to help, to witness a beloved die.


Sunday, January 7th 2018

She fell twice that night, not with standing the walker, which after the fall she decided she should maybe use. That was the night I moved in with her. Very shortly after that hospice supplied a hospital bed and a wheel chair. Once the bed came, she rarely got out of it. (till the day she didn’t at all.) We started low dose morphine that day.


Thursday January 11th, 2018

I keep going in to her room to make sure she is breathing. Her BP is very low, and her hands are like ice. She listened to part of a pod cast about crystal cities and flying. She told me a long time ago about this. It was healing for her to know she is not the only one who remembers. It takes it out of the realm of fantasy and into reality. And always her dogs are there with her. The ones she has loved and lost. She knows that when she passes they will all be there to greet her – they are the love that is calling her from this place that has done nothing but hurt her. This other place that is home, has beautiful skies and green life and trees and grass and meadows and crystal cities and pink clouds that she and her beloved dogs all fly on together. Where they are all happy and there is no hurt and no stupidity. She has told me countless times. Where people are kind and loving and there is no hurt and no torture and no nastiness. Where people actually care and love one another and life is beautiful. She knows this place from her memory from a place deep and hidden that has revealed its self to her as she has begun disengaging with her 3d identity. This is home and there she will go when she can no longer sustain a broken and old body. She has in some ways always known about this place because her heart, her true heart, has always held a soft spot for the magical and the wondrous. This, she taught me. And I have throughout my life at times touched upon it. I have felt the call of my home. A place no less magical but a bit different. Sometimes it is like we were cracked from the same mold. We both know that this is not our home, and that many things here on this world that are considered fantasy are actually possible and real, where we come from, and it is has been a long, long sojourn here that we are both deeply tired of. She remembers Egypt and the Aztecs. I remember Atlantis and the deluge. I remember being an energy being. She remembers love.

She keeps going through times of wanting to be alive, and not. She will eat and come back to life for an evening and then sink back into the dying. She waits. The body is holding her. When she has eaten food, her clarity comes back for a moment and she shines through her eyes. Other times, it is just a remnant of her more like all that is behind those eyes is the personality of the body, like her soul is trying to be there but it can’t get through the pain and sickness. It is a haunted, childlike part of her. The body tricks her into eating, and the energy that food brings allows her come through and for moments she is herself, then it’s almost like she realizes what she has done and she must sleep. She is trying to leave and that part of her personality that is of the body is not sure it wants to go yet. The fight is epic. All because we are not sure that the afterlife is real.

The life after life – that we continue is a great mystery to us. Of all of the indignities, pain and things we must live through in this life, this is the greatest. Supposedly, we should know. But we don’t. Whether it is from programming and being taught or because we really don’t have the skills, I am not sure. We are supposed to take on faith that there is an afterlife. But none of us know like we know that water is wet and the sun is hot. So she has been floating somewhere in the middle dreaming land – she asked me about purgatory – she couldn’t remember the name… maybe that is where she is sitting trying to figure it out as she decides.???


Saturday, January 13th 2018

You never really ‘own’ anything. Nothing in life is ever for sure, or solid. Not in this place, on this earth. You simply have to hold on for dear life. Life is strange. As solid as we think this 3d place is, it is not. As unchanging as we think this place is, it is not. The winds blow, the trees sing and the weather changes all on a pin head. People come and people go and even while they have a body, they are always changing and moving and blown by the wind. We think this place is so solid and unchanging, but it is not. I am watching a tired soul simply abstracting herself from her body, quiet inch by quiet inch because of loneliness. Because of her decisions to be lonely. Because that is what life has taught her.

We choose by what we learn, and sometimes what we choose gives us pain that could be avoided or that is not necessary, but in order to avoid a different pain, we choose a pain we know we can handle, never knowing that there could have been a no pain option because that is all life has taught us – pain. Sometimes I think that is because we want to hold onto what is, instead of letting go and letting be. We mistakenly think or want that life to hold still. But nothing from moment to moment is ever still, ever the same. Nothing is what it seems.

There are angels all over her home – I never noticed because they are just part of Mom. They sit on shelves, the top of cabinets and hang in paintings, everywhere. The hospice nurse remarked on it, and I spent the day seeing them all in tiny corners everywhere.


January 31 3:48 am

I awoke to sounds of yelling, coughing and agony. The pain had broken through her morphine and she had turned herself 90 degrees in the bed trying to either get up or get off, maybe to run away.   It took a pill and two doses of morphine to calm her down. She has that death rattle where she can’t clear her throat. Even with no fat on her, the weight of her bones made it hard to get her repositioned turned and then, for the pain and breathing rolled to her side. She is now resting at least what seems peacefully, and a cup of coffee and two smokes later, I am wide awake in the deep of the night left wondering; what does it take for someone to die? She fights within herself, when I asked her where she was trying to go, she said ‘train’. And while the medicine was taking effect, she kept holding her head, like it hurt and murmuring ‘Home’. Her soul seems reluctant to leave a severely dysfunctional body, and she – maybe because of the morphine – is trapped inside a physical prison that is giving over by miniscule increments. What does it take to die? It looks like quite a heroic act to me.

The organized collection of cells we call the body has its own intelligence. It has a rudimentary awareness. It fights for life as hard as the soul that rides within it. Even after the soul has abstracted itself from that body. I have tried to call in her linage – all those through time who loved her and are in a place that they could help – I have felt them gathering, and yet she is not ready to give up or give in or slip quietly off to the next place she will go, maybe because she has no clear picture or knowing of where her real home is? Maybe her very strong body which will dissolve after this, is what is so very afraid of going? I do not know. Just that she lingers on, in a place neither here nor there.


February 1st.

Cancer must be the ultimate parasitical disease. In a strong body it feeds slowly and encroaches on nerves and tender organs not quite killing and never ever helping. It is almost like it has a personality of its own – a separate part of that body, an alien invasion creating a shell to feed on that becomes its ultimate demise. It will feed upon the host gaining control and strength from it, until it causes a fatal crash, thus killing itself. There is no greater mark of stupidity and psychopathology than ruining your home. It is an analogy that works for this planet at this time. There is a cancer here that is killing the place that it lives. And to think there are supposed technologies and science that could cure both the human body and mother earth’s body. There was a time when the people and the planet worked together. When the people asked for what they needed with respect and the mother earth gave it of herself, when we lived together. Now the people have turned into a rabid cancer, ravishing her body and destroying all in their path. And as these new technologies are supposedly able to kill cancer cells with frequency and vibration, so the mother earth is going through a treatment that will rid the earth of the cancer that grows upon and within her.

This night she tries to tell me something but she is unable. Her throat, tongue and mouth do not work anymore, she cannot swallow. I swab the inside of her mouth with a sponge on a stick and cool water. Tears gather in the corner of her eyes and I know she hurts. I daub them away and give her light kisses across her forehead and cheeks, the only place that does not hurt her when I touch it, and she slides back into a morphine dazed sleep. I quietly rail to the universe that enough is enough.

One part of me is enraged that we have the knowledge to cure those who suffer, and yet we let them suffer, die by inches. Enraged that I am watching a beloved suffer as deeply as she suffers and all I have to offer is palliative, a deeper sleep, I cannot understand that there exists a way to heal and it is not shared, nor given to stop the agony. Another part of me knows, that one day, the mother will just grow beyond the torture and shake humanity off like the infestation of fleas we have become. I want to rant about the systems on this earth that create that agony for people, and I find I don’t have the heart for it.

Her entire life was always a creation of beauty, in what she created around her and for those that saw her gift. She is an artist, and wherever she goes, she will remain an artist with a bigger wider canvas. She cannot help herself in creating beauty all around wherever she is. It is the resonance note of her being. She will float in a bubble of azure, her favorite color and become the ocean, the sky, that wonderful blue. Her earthly remains will stay here, become once again a true part of the earth she came from. Her unearthly self will fly free again, able to create the beauty she has always been from her heart.

I’ll love you forever Mom, and for always, wherever you are.


February 2, 2018 at 9;35 pm

My mother was finally loosed from the agony this life caused her. Fly high mom, I already miss you. As you have said to me many times, “We are Warriors…” We are. We persevere. We hold true in the face of all that comes at us.

Warrior on.

I’ll love you forever Mom, and for always, wherever you are.

Morning meditation…sorta

In an odd sort of way, I am back where I started in august, the week of the 13th, 1999. Almost twenty years ago – 17, there abouts. Completing a cycle of trying to put into practice, what I thought I had learned spiritually – taking it off the mountain and into the city type metaphor. Deep living it.
I changed my whole life at that point. I left all that I knew. I moved two hundred miles away. I fell off the map and fell from my ‘exalted’ state of mind. I thought I was so spiritual… and I truly wanted to test that. Ahem. But I did get real. Many things that I thought I knew, that I was absolutely sure of, got thrown in my face. And well, I asked for it. What the journey did for me was make me real. As real as one can get here in 3d.
This morning it dropped into my brain that this particular experiment was over and that I’d done ‘it’. Whatever that really was… because after getting semi real, I’m wondering exactly what ‘it’ was. IMO, all the spiritual hogwash we all go through means nothing, because it is all someone else’s story. So what is real? The only thing I can say at this point that counts for me is how I am living, what I am noticing, the experience of it and how much I know of myself. Because in the end it is about revealing to yourself who you are, and about being able to honestly look at what you find.
And it is laughable that I still don’t know why.
My only recourse – everybody’s I suppose who isn’t kidding themselves, is to live in the moment, to be the moment and therein discover what it brings, what it wants you to notice, what it really is. In this place the moment you are born to 3d it is predicated you will eventually leave 3d. IE: Short story, if you’re born, you die.
Most of us who do this find the journey interesting. Many like it so much they do it again, while others of us wonder why we decided to do it in the first place because the world of matter is a solid place and when you go banging up against it, it hurts. Sometimes a lot. Sometimes so much that people leave prematurely. Sometimes, mostly always, people ask at some point in their lives, ‘What was I thinking?’, ‘Why did I come here?’ and ‘When do I get to get off this rock?’.
To say that I may have to wait till I die to discover the answer to those questions is probably true. At least at this stage of development on this particular rock. That is because I am no one special. I am not a master, meditator, or an advanced being that can say I know, because I don’t. I’d like to know but the whole thing about this place is that we are here to live, not run away from living like a lot of disciplines say you have to, to get enlightened, and if you are not lit up, you can’t have the answers!!!
Dumbass bass-ackwards place!!!!
So here I am.
What’s next?
Bring it.

“The fish in the water is silent, the animal on earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. / But man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth, and the music of the air.”
-Tagore Rabindranath

Hope vs. Fear

Equal and opposite reactions. Pendulum swings. Negative and Positive charges. Attraction and repulsion. Counter rotating vortices.
In all of these things is a center balance point which is either the stopping point in a closed system philosophy (entropy), or a gateway/portal in an open system philosophy (negentropy).
Emotional consciousness and learning behave the same way because they are both energy. In other words, Fear Porn vs. Hope Porn. There has been a lot of wordiness going around about what ideas are drawing people to them and what that means. Because the universe always balances out in the end and maintains the highest stability, there was bound to be the birth of …Hope Porn. The direction that hope porn has gone in, to the positive science fiction side, makes sense because no other ‘story’ fits the needs of our psyche at this time. Religion has become bust – with very little hope there, government is particularly out of the loop and the causal agent of the hope porn as an antidote to a great deal of the fear porn that it has caused. Science has then taken the narrative for the simple reason that it has many avenues of story to investigate, both positive and negative. There can be an active balance/tension set up in this idea set which will give it great quantities of life.
Which brings me to the idea of Story and its capacity to teach, create movement in the psyche (e-motion), and enliven the passion, or driving force behind living. There is an entire universe of difference between memorization and true learning. One just adds data, the other creates an embodiment of an idea leading to creative expression. That is why mass marketing and psy-ops work on us. They are a subtle story line being fed to us in mini bites/bytes that are predictively programed for a specific result. They are only good or bad according to your own inner reconnoitering. Throughout time the Story has taught us. The Story has been told in infinite myriad variations time upon time. The deeper, more emotionally relevant the story, the better the learning, the more it becomes yours. Science has proven that as you watch a movie, or read a book your whole mind/body complex responds like it was real. In doing that the soul/psyche learns. Therefore: Story is the ultimate teacher.
So as the ‘fear porn’ grew and grew without a balance to it, it was inevitable that hope porn was to be born. It was simply a matter of when. Could we be aware of this cycle and use it to our advantage? Is it possible to create a realistic direction, can we create a Story that will take us where we want to be, in all its richness and beauty – a grand epic – that will teach us the depths of our souls? A riveting, exciting, emotionally moving, teaching Story that takes us all into that new dimension we have been dreaming about? Can we now actually MAKE that story in a positive action, instead of a re-action to another’s not so skillfully written dime novel?
I suppose the question is: now that we have parsed this out and understand, isn’t our turn to write a better Story, a creation Story, instead of one written out of a blow back from someone else’s really rotten writing?
Shall we find that doorway into the next dimension in that balance point?


I suppose, because we all do it, and we have fought around the world for the right to do it, allowing a ‘political leader’ to decide the destiny of our world for us, is what we do. We allow them to decide the fate of nations and we allow them to enslave us, create wars and decimate populations and torture people, so when the fate of the world hangs in the balance as never before with the ET Question (read ET grand distraction), then it should be no surprise to us when the decision being made about whether to reveal and perhaps save this world, is based on who is going to get the kudos for it, instead of what is best for the planet.
Really, I would be forever agonizingly embarrassed to be known as world disclosure person if my motives were anything less than the good of the world, instead of a popularity competition. When I consider that if Hillary was DP (disclosure president) we would have continued in the shadows to sell our children to the highest bidder and all sorts of other shenanigans, I can see the need for the delay, maybe. That is because there are several types of disclosure and not just the drippy vs. flood type.
There is the Popularity Contest type: mentioned above with all the global power grabs that would entail depending on which nation revealed first and who revealed
There is the predator vs. prey type: the type the cabal wishes to create to provide that continuous inflow of cash and lives for their own selfish purposes with the hidden monetary slavery, Georgia Guidestone poison them almost to death, but not quite plan
There is the genetic goldmine type: that would allow the 23 genetic farmer races to continue their experiments reaping in the trade they can get off of our DNA (which I think is a subset of the above)
There is the energy systems type: when it’s obvious to all of us that not only is there a whole bunch of tech being kept from us but all of the healing sciences that rides on the coattails of that – which IMO will cause a worldwide uprising at the callus torture we have all been living through
There is the ‘OhMyGodWeHaveToCoverOurAsses’ type: that, well, as the legend goes, even George Washington knew better about.

Ad nauseum.

NONE of these or the million other intentions or motives are ones that I would want to have attached to my name – my soul for all eternity. ESPECIALLY in connection with the trillions of lives on this planet and their infinite number of spun gold energetic fibers of love connecting all of that life.
What is just inconceivable to me is that those involved in all of the above can’t fathom that their motives are transparent, that we can see what their intentions (just by their actions) are and know the callous disregard they have for anything but themselves.
This is the true problem.
Not the ET’s. They are just that little inconvenient particle of sand in all our eyes exposing the whole mess.


The Mass Marketing in my Head

I am sure you all could really add to this list – and also see how these all intertwine on many points, but here are a few ways we are all being marketed to and lead down the garden path – and, IMO being distracted from the one thing we never do: spending time knocking around inside ourselves getting to know us.


Mass marketing scheme # 1: the oldest one around

The idea that the cataclysms we know of from the past – even millions of years ago, were NOT natural. That they were created.

IF: you can manipulate the space time continuum – the fabric of space, by whatever means (and there may be many ways to do this) then you most assuredly can manipulate comets, asteroids, planets and even solar system balance and arrangement. Easy-peasy.

IF: you are at that level, your life span would be immense – basically however long you wanted it to be and your physical manifestation, if you so chose to manifest, would also be whatever you wanted it to be. So if you were running experiments on various life form developments across the universe you could do whatever you needed – even terminate whole planets. Or, if you were experimenting with the psycho-soul development through 3D experience you could present certain biological developments of that experiment with certain patterns like 26,000 year cycles that would ultimately destroy entire planets and then build them up again – say you were trying to prove that certain knowledge survives past the physical form and will epigenetically repeat or be present within a biome once it is developed regardless of a total destruction of that biome… That patterns of information exist past the physical expression of those patterns…

However, since you would not want to let the rats out of the maze, every time they got to a certain point, you took them back to the beginning, continuing the experiment at a different level, because if they got out, your research would be over.

I suggest we are once again at this point and we need to understand the manipulation we are currently experiencing. We might finally be at the point where our conscious development could jump the electric fence of our cage and finally get out.

Unless they can convince us that it is still a grand religious mystery that is meant to warn us of our impending doom. (and really, who are they? Is there really even a they?)


Mass marketing scheme # 2:

This is a subset of MMS1 in that it has the whole entire alien life question in it along with the tech that has been marketed to us since Star Trek that we now all desperately want, except that we are now masters of space and transdimensional reality and are using those ideas to benefit us, instead of the other way around.


Mass Marketing scheme # 3:

Rid the earth of all the baddies by creating a presidential/gov’t. messiah that takes care of business. Which ultimately means we can sit back and watch it happen, with the popcorn in our laps while we ‘stay out of trouble’, write a lot, research a lot and talk a lot all while catching every new TV show and movies that speak to our view point (called shadow work: busy work) and as Katherine Austin Fitts says, buy into the new “Hope Porn”. (enter ‘Q’…) Trusting that our all-powerful selection of messiah takes care of business. And while I’m not adverse to a bit of hope porn with maybe some real info thrown in, I’m not going to the bank with it. ( )



So my question is, while all the falderal is going on, marketing this and that to you, can you even sort out what you really want? Can you sort out the purpose of all of it? Can you realize that you are still being led around by the nose? That ALL of everything you consume in the media, mass, alt or otherwise is precisely shaped and crafted in many ways to fit many people to in effect, keep them from really getting in touch with who they really are and what they really want?

Could it be that we really are that good at creating and all that we see, feel hear, touch and experience is nothing more than our collective creative spirits coming together to play a great grand game? If that’s true I’m all for changing it up and refurbishing or outright changing the game. And I don’t need or want some great grand corporate-religious structure laying down the rules and marketing the plot to me. Ever. Again.

Once again I am going to say that 2012 happened. The world did change, no, it didn’t break apart but changed vastly and sorry to say – we didn’t even notice. Our consciousness simply absorbed the impact and went on. Why? Because of our training. We ARE those super beings if we could just stand still long enough to FEEL it. It’s all there. And we are still being led around by our noses so perfectly that we don’t see it. Like the elephant in the room… and yeah, I’m still right here with you all, or I wouldn’t be writing this. Question is, what do we need to do inside our real selves to get there?

Oops, wait-a-minit…there’s a marketing plan for that…..

Here’s an interesting dot… let’s all play the Whack-a-mole game.

It has been recognized by many people over the years that ET tech and consciousness are one and the same, and that you need to be in a certain state, frequency, to operate this tech, it is also been noticed that certain people are better at it than others.  Thus the genome project and the public offerings of things like Ancestry dot-com and its ilk popping up. If you wanted to know who had the genes, the capability and or that prevalence in a sub section of the population – what a good way to find it! Joseph Farrel talks about this in light of the recovering ancient civilization that found ways to remind its self what its’ purpose was and to leave clues. (1)

The ET tech I’m referring to is the stuff we’ve all read about and heard testimony on for years like the chair, and the rocks that look like rock until the right person in the right frame of mind touches them, (so maybe a rock isn’t just a rock, sometimes…) ET tech like craft and orbs; the part we see being the membrane or difference in the frequency of the two states of matter between dimensions  (thank you Jason Quitt for such a succinct definition!!! ) that the eye can perceive, the ET tech THAT IS CONSCIOUSNESS – built from consciousness fields – frequency boundaries ( there is a CARAT dot here, somewhere).

Now, let’s put this into some new context – since December 16 2017: consider that the people working with Tom DeLonge are mostly Psy-op specialists. Go look it up. Better yet, watch the attached video. Although IMO, I am disgruntled at the part the Dark Journalist played in the whole debacle that went on last summer in the UFO community, in this video he makes extremely salient points. Most of the people who are working with the above mentioned person are or were connected to MKUltra, Gov. surveillance, RV, or psy-ops. OOOOOOPS

I find it very interesting. Interesting to the max. I also find it interesting that the connection between ET’s, UFO’s and consciousness just may be the one thing that is the REAL spin on this subject – the one vital, essential thing that they are trying to redirect our attention away from. Point, in the Dec 16th 2017 mini-sort-of disclosure they bring up Skin Walker Ranch and we all know the lore and folk tales, all the scary stories, they bring up the collected hard materials in the warehouse in Vegas – and a point everybody has glossed over – that coming in contact with these articles is harmful to humans… (wha?) Why? Because the above is all connected with consciousness. And it seems they really want to subliminally direct us away from this point!   (font embellishment = yelling, here)     Ahem

Maybe it all boils down to: ET tech IS Consciousness. ET’s being the key, being used as an analog/analogy, a DOORWAY into other….places…. in this story ??? And maybe the Whack-a-mole game they are playing right now desperately trying to spin the narrative is all directed at covering this up?

The video makes a pretty good case for this. Worth the watch. Really.

(1) The Cosmic War, The Giza Death Star Trilogy, Grid of the Gods, Genes Giants Monsters and Men, are the basic arc on this although the theme of an elite hierarchy operating out side of the mainstream population in various iterations is found throughout all of his books