What if – ‘Beam me up scotty’!

If consciousness organizes the quantum background to create matter or appearance, then you could take your consciousness elsewhere and distill a point of reference from the surrounding background there in which to interact with the fauna and flora by the use of the principle nonlocal entanglement.

This would make you a non-local entity – or believe it or not, an ET.

This is how we would do it, by using the local quantum background to create a vehicle. You’d reach your consciousness to its destination and distill  matter or an energetic body around the conscious ‘you’.


In the case of a star trek like transporter, the computer would send the conscious energetic part of you through to another point in space, dissolving at one end the energy of the physical at which time on the other side it would take from the energetic subquanta the same organizational pattern to recreate the body in the new place. 2 types of energy: a cohesive packet of information that is you and a set of instructions for the recreation of the body. The consciousness would be actually aligned with the body by its own frequency field.


This is part of what is going on with orbs at this time, IMO. They are simply differing amounts of conscious penetration into the 3D field. Because we have a frequency fence here in this place, should they fully form, they might get caught, that is why we are beginning to see so many orbs of all different types. And what if these orbs are unassisted manifestations without the use of computer control: fully organic? Or, not – they could be a simple hole punched through this frequency to allow information transfer from this space to another.


“Beam me up scotty – or wait! I’ll do it myself.”

(of course I was listening to Whitley Strieber…)



High Strangeness in the middle of…wait Indiana??

This is just a short piece, and only because it occurred to me last night in relating this story to friends we had over for the official break out of the grill, that there was some high strangeness going on. When you have a husband that you report a sighting to – that fulfills some nuts and bolts requirements like erratic movement and his only retort to that is – “It was drones.”, you kind of get used to discounting the high strangeness factor.

firepit We were sitting round our little fire pot in the dark talking after dinner and I’m not sure I remember how we got on the subject, I recounted how strange the house has been in the last month. Now mind you, we have a security system that logs every door and window opened and closed where they were and what time they were moved or opened and for how long, whether the system is armed or not. There is an app on your phone that you can check anytime you want to see what has been going on at the house while you were away. My husband is a geek – stuff like that appeals to him… me, on the other hand I will not arm it while I am home, or I will set it off. Yeah.

It is no secret that I am grandson transport during the week. I leave at about the same time and I come back around the same time. I always check the dogs’ water bowl before I leave – to see if I need to replace water. They barely drink while I am gone, so I leave it only half full. 3 or four times now I have walked back in and the bowl has been fresh, brimming to the top. The first time I was kind of surprised thinking – huh, I don’t remember filling that. The second time I got suspicious. The third time I called my husband and he checked the app and assured me the doors and windows had NOT budged in that tone of voice that intimated maybe I had had a parts-heimers attack… Well, I was sure of what I knew. So this week, it happened again. I came in from delivering my precious cargo and the water bowl was brim full. Someone had even cleaned the bowl. So, like an idiot, I called the hubbs again, and proceeded to hear the same rigmarole from him. I was pretty miffed when I hung up.

I have a salon in my down stairs. I do hair for people on the weekends – my clients who, when I quit the salon, refused to quit me… The door to the salon is ALWAYS kept closed because the cat seemed to think the drier chair was a good place to stretch his nails on and he was making a mess out of it. That day I walked into the salon to get something. We had taken the closet doors off and mounted a salon sink on the closet wall as it backs up to the powder room and it was the common water wall. I have storage up above in the closet. In between some boxes on the top shelf lying flat is tissue paper – or well it used to be there. I walked into the room and it was on the floor. Remember the door has been shut – is always shut unless I am in there. 10 minutes before that I had been told I had an airy-fairy head for thinking the water bowl was too full.

tissuepaper2So, I took a picture of all the tissue paper and texted it to my husband with the caption, “Further proof this room has been closed. That paper was UNDER boxes. It couldn’t have moved on its own!”

His smarty reply was one word: “earthquake”… To whit if that man had been anywhere near me, I would have made him suffer.

As it was when he got home, he looked right at me and said, “So, tell them to stop!”

I said, “Not on your life, anybody who has enough kindness to water my dogs is welcome!”

It’s been interesting. At least I can say that nobody has been bringing me ancient teeth….