Telepathy and Time and Questions

Telepathy, being instantaneous, is too fast for a 3d brain and body to convert into a format that is understandable. You miss a lot in a body. It’s almost like you have to have time to digest and decode what is telepathically sent in an instant. And yet, 90 % of what was conveyed in that instant is lost. Leaving the poor human brain going, “What?” because as the seconds march by it fades, it’s over, our opportunity to perceive a thing in time as we must in a 3D body, is missed because the body lives in time.

Which leads me to the idea that telepathy is outside of time, or timeless. Maybe this is why it is so hard for humans to master the language of telepathy? The second thought is that, I wonder how hard it is for those who use telepathy to slow down their process for humans to understand it, and just how simple those thoughts must be to only include one thing, like speech or emotion. It’s like using your mind to communicate with your pets. The instant I think about opening a can of tuna, both cats appear out of nowhere like magic, or if I think about my dog Diesel, he will appear at my side. I have had the experience of true telepathy with complex beings, lasting only seconds that was so rich in context so many faceted in the modes of information, that days later, some part of my brain was still picking it a part, realizing the many things that were ‘said’ to me.

In a 3D earth body, information takes time. For us to perceive it, be aware of information, to say we learned it, to apply it, it must happen ‘in time’, seconds, minutes hours… IMO, because of how our bodies work, and because we are embodied, information that is not perceived is useless, because it is not conscious, so it can’t be used. If you are not perceiving the information, how would you know you have it? So being here in this world, why is knowing important and what is its purpose: what do you DO with knowing and knowing that you know?

There is a further response to knowing and it is feeling. Emotion. Here, in this place, there is always an emotional component to information and it is how you feel about the information. As I have lived the amount of choices open to me have dwindled; from bad choices to circumstance to knowing and growing. My feelings about those turning points have been sometimes good and sometimes sad, sometimes joyful and sometimes pitiful. Either way, the emotions were a component to the information as unavoidable as breathing. These are all emotions caused by living, by gaining information. These emotions are all a response. To respond requires time; seconds, minutes, hours. Otherwise, it’s all done and over in no time. Time allows savoring, knowing that you know, awareness.

Time and a body – one requires the other.

Frequency is time. It is a wave. Without time frequency would collapse or be in a superposition as an idea or potential. When we change the frequency of any wave form, we change time. Sometimes we do it naturally, when an event or a series of events is difficult, or especially nice, times slows, perception increases. We can live a thousand years in a second, or we can live a second for a thousand years. Time stands still in shock, slows in an emergency and expands in ecstasy. So, it would seem time is mediated by emotion.

Time and telepathy. The telepathy we could use and understand needs time to be cognated, to be understood, to be re-cognized and felt. I imagine that means that telepathy goes on all the time but we just don’t notice it. Better yet, what if telepathy does not go on in the mind where we think, but occurs where we FEEL?

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Song

Because of this body and the soul that inhabits its chambers, because sound is slowed light, humans have a unique gift to give the universe in this particular frequency, that of the song of our souls. The song we make is the envisioning of our divine connection and as it goes out it ripples through space time cleansing, healing, envisioning, loving, longing, endlessly, caressing all that it moves through.

Our creation of sound is the art of our souls, the molding of light, the free giving of the teaching of ourselves. Sound is light, light is sound and therefore can and does profoundly change us, open us, reaching the next vibratory level of our expression.

Sound opens the third eye, the pineal, for which of us doesn’t immediately see inner landscape with the songs we listen to? Sound will be/is that doorway that we will step through when we open to the next reality, when we travel through our soul to other places, other realms.

Sound / color / form. Sound is the dance of light, the dancing of emotion – energy in motion through creation. Sound is the intelligence being playful, begging to be joined, to be danced with. Lifted, transported like a stream of spinning light floating up and down the mountains and valleys of energy in the cosmos on an endless journey through this time and space. In our other parts, we are this dance, this endless journey through the cosmos, cruising on endless rivers of creation and discovery. Sometimes stopping for a sojourn on a planet momentarily for a thousand lifetimes only to once again journey on.

All is music. This planet sings with all its heart and all upon her sing too, our trees and plants, our whales and dolphins, our elephants, our wolves, our human hearts. It is how we see into each other. It is how we share beyond words. Our music is special for that reason. It is the sum total of our souls. Its beauty echoes beyond our planet. It is the root note of love that is the signature of this place.

It is our hope.

It is ours because we are it.

 

https://youtu.be/e6hEvSvpx7M

Allow

I just got done listening to Jeffery Mishlove interview Russell Targ about his book, The End of Suffering” The interview is called Non-Duality. Sometimes while I am doing house work, I just put on Jeffery Mishlove’s channel, ‘New Thinking Allowed’ and let it run because he explores all sides of the consciousness question with an emphasis on phenomena through a huge spectrum of how to look at it – all the angles.

Anyway, Russell Targ brought up a point that I was taught so long ago that I forgot about it but use it like I do my lungs for breathing. And that is to Allow. When remote viewing, you need to set your mind up to simply allow it to happen. When healing, you simply need to allow the energy to do its job. When you are hooking up with nature, outside, or your puppies, there is no procedure…you simply allow the connection.

Allow

Which begs the question that we are set up to do this and it really is just that simple. As simple as breathing. It shouldn’t have to bring up beads of sweat on your forehead and make your face red in concentration.

Just as easy as breathing, inhale… and on the exhale allow. I also use the term reach – which is actually the intention to touch, in combination to make a connection. This works so well that a couple of times I have surprised myself and once or twice the people I have reached for because they felt it too. ( and yes, some of those were not indigenous to earth…jus’ say’in) (don’t care whether you believe me or not either – ’cause I believe me… lmao)

But really this is about the word: Allow.

It seems to open a door in the limited little cage we are in and makes the whole process just that much easier.

Allow

 

Just a Sunday thought…

I’ll bet…

Everybody – well almost everybody – has had face to face contact with an ET in normal everyday life without even being aware of it. There is a huge cadre of what we might term sociologists from all over the galaxy here, living and working on the planet, in normal, everyday positions, doing normal everyday jobs (not just the corporate – guberment ones) that are just experiencing human culture for what it is. (And yes…. They look just like us.)

I surmised this about a couple of years ago when one of my bucket list points was fulfilled. I wrote about it in the article called ‘A Fine Sense of Distraction’. I have found that if I hold it in my mind as an intension to pay attention – like be on the lookout for – these people I am usually made aware, in passing, that they are there. One day I was coming out of the grocery store and actually thinking about the subject of those who walk among us – rather loudly, and as I stepped into the street towards the parking lot I of course looked up and (aside here: I am an old woman – I look it. I don’t give a rats ass how fancy I look at the grocery) coming towards the store is a very cute (hot) guy in sun glasses who very pointedly lowers them on his nose, quirks the corner of his mouth in a cute (did I mention hot) smile, raises the sunglasses back into place and walks on by into the grocery. (another aside here: I said mentally ‘you eat our food?’ cause I was stunned to have this happen at the grocery. And understood back, ‘what else would we eat?’ with laughter)

He definitely wasn’t responding to my looks and for the brief 3 or 4 seconds in passing that is all he saw – unless – unless he heard my mind. What I perceived mentally, was just enough to say- ‘Hi! You found one of us’, with a lot of humor ( I get the idea that those who are studying us find a lot of things funny – compassionately because they understand, but funny), because they know the easiest way to rattle the bars of my cage and distract me is to be ‘cute’… obviously they do not want to have a 12 hour conversation in the middle of a grocery store parking lot, which if I could have been anything other than stunned and beguiled would have happened.

Anyway, I just wanted to say that this happens to me, it probably happens to all of us all, all the time. I know damned well that any guy half my age would not be interested in me in ‘that way’, and I think it’s a device to distract, just to make sure that I don’t pull some idiot move and blow their cover. I am not sure whether these people are from off planet, or the inner planet, or extra dimensional…. Who knows? And I am not sure that it matters. I feel that what does matter, is a mutual curiosity. Wouldn’t it follow that if you are curious enough to think about these things, that others would be too? And that in a limited, rather safe way without stepping on the prime directive that these particular people uphold, that some form of exchange can happen. I think so. But you could also say I have quite the imagination… or you could widen your scope of what you are willing to know and actually have happen and… who knows?

Bargaining for cookies

Today is one of those days where the dappled sunlight outside my door calls to me to come sleep in it. I awoke at just about every hour last night and gave up around 4:14. The last dream was about car that was stolen from me and my bad manners in getting it back. Grrrr. (no, I don’t own that car, but it would be fun…)

Better, was a dream I had last week about being on a ship and getting to hug greys. These guys were not automatons, avatars – maybe, but they remembered me and I remembered them and the hugs were sweet. The light was low and bluish and in some places purple and the hallway we found ourselves in was curved on top – rather organic. The emotion was so sweet I woke up, musing to myself that yes – that is what it should feel like.

I have recently listened to a 15 minute excerpt on ‘Alien Etiquette’ on a you tube channel called Pineal Ascension. It features some of Emery Smith’s anecdotes about the cultural situations that can happen between humans and off world people. It’s weird, but I have been thinking about this since I was a kid, and many of the things he talked about have been a mind adventure – (a daydream) in my head too.

I always harken back to the ST show where they were mining life forms on a planet that were tiny, very sentient silicon and didn’t know they were hurting them. They didn’t even know they were alive. When communications finally happened, the universal translator produced their name for humans: Ugly-bags-of-mostly-water. I find that funny – because we are. Then there was the Mother Horta that Bones had to patch up with concrete… or the energy forms that roamed space finding unaware humanoids to evoke strong hate from because they fed on those emotions, the creature who needed salt, or the energy being that kept ‘the man’ (Zephram Cochran) alive on her planet for hundreds of years….

All my life I have thought about what Emery talked about, and some of what he said brought tears to my eyes – because that is what I thought it should be like between people when I was a kid. My heart knows that is the way it is supposed to be. When I was born I thought it was that way – I spent a good 20 years very confused. And for many years I thought it was me, that there was something wrong with me. Well, it was me – for being a fool… it took me so long to figure it out.

This world is what it is and I suppose we are all here to help it out. I must have come in full of love and no wisdom. By the time I leave I will have vast wisdom and a sad heart. Listening to Emery brought tears because there it was! What I thought about the way it should be, right there coming out of his mouth. All I could do was sit and murmur in my mind, ‘yes, there it is, I know this, and this is the way we should all feel about each other all the time. It felt like home. Bless all the people who have come here and volunteered. This is no easy work. And we are no easy people. What they have offered to us is no less than a herculean task and offered up to very tired snipey children that need a nap and are bargaining for cookies. That is a compassion level most of us will never understand.

 

Bless those that come here. Bless you all.

…and in my heart, it is Christmas morning.

I know this whole opening into a better world belongs to our children and the future.

Last Night’s Jimmy Church Radio Show for Disclosure Fest simply warmed the totality of my heart!

Disclosure and all, and I mean all, that it is about has finally reached a ground swell, has finally gotten enough momentum to continue. There are finally enough of us out there who know the truth –  that even if ‘the-they’ tried to confuse the issue one more time as Grant Cameron has pointed out that they have about every 20 years in his book ‘Managing Magic’ the-they would be entirely unsuccessful.

This feels like Christmas morning as a kid before you open the presents to me. I have, since I was very little, known I wanted this to happen with all my heart. Being little I had no idea how it would happen, but I had a fierce longing in my heart for it, even before ‘it’ became a fully formed idea in my mind. I was born in 1953. I charged into all-about-UFO’s at a very, very young age. By the time I was 13, I had been chasing this idea of ET’s not even knowing I was doing it for 10 years and as I grew up so the idea got more sophisticated in my heart and soul. I seriously KNEW there was life out there and I wanted to meet them and know them. I thought Star Trek was the best thing ever to happen on TV, because it portrayed life out there in a balanced more sane way than ever before. I wanted to be Vulcan because when I figured out what telepathy was, I wanted it and at the time I didn’t realize it, but I had already had a first contact experience that was telepathic and continued to have them throughout my life. Might I say, the people who I knew then had the highest ethic of compassion and love, of contact only to the extent that the psyche of the person could tolerate reasonably and they NEVER went past my internal boundaries – not once – even when I didn’t know what a boundary was! I cut my eye teeth on Adamski and Menger. I ate up every publication I could find – even science fiction, information was always serendipitously appearing for me to read, and I was a card carrying member of NICAP for a while.

I kept hoping through the years in my heart of hearts – all through grade school and high school and after, that we would wake up. It was all obvious to me and I wished everybody knew too. I got married at 18 had my first child 8 years later my second 2 years later and it wasn’t until the mid-80’s when I could finally get my head out of the sand and re-look at the UFO issue.

By that time, of course, people were laughing at the 50’s contactees and everybody was into ‘serious’ research on nuts and bolts. The movie “the Three Faces of Eve” had come out in 1957 and then was remade at for TV as a miniseries called ‘Sybil’ in 1976. Both of these movies, IMO were CIA propaganda the frighten the hell out of people who were beginning to have contact with ET’s telepathically so that no one would ever open their mouths. They painted a horrifying picture of brokenness, that, IMO, might even have been concocted from information gleaned from MKUltra experiments. So even if you were at that time receiving telepathic communications, or downloads – even if you masked it in spiritualism, you were looked upon as a truly sick and fractured person.

Meanwhile, I was into yoga, mysticism and was a card carrying member of the Theosophical Society in Wheaton IL at 18yrs old – still looking for a way to open my mind. Well, marriage, 2 kids, divorce and remarriage and launching of 20 somethings later, I finally, truly had the time to pursue this issue with the intensity I wanted to. When I retired in 2007 I had found Kerry Cassidy, then I found a dear soul, Kosta Makreas who literally set me on the course that has me writing these blogs, and not long after that Jimmy Church. I missed all the falderal from 1980 to 2007 and when I dipped my toes back into my passion, I was ‘given’ Kerry Cassidy to learn from, and the dominoes fell.

Today, the heart dreams I had as a very small child are coming to fruition, the ground swell is so great, we have people like David Wilcock, Corey Goode and Emery Smith presenting information that I know in my heart of hearts is VERY real (did they read my mind?) and “The Truth is Out There” quite literally, for all to see. Then we have the youngsters out there with huge talent Like Adrian Vallera, who has taken the true jist of the 60’s hippie movement sans the drugs and sex (because I see the manifesto of the Space Brothers as a direct transfer into the hippie movement of the 60’s) and is beginning to manifest it on a large, brilliant scale to reach as many souls as his team can.

I have watched for 63 years and I have kept my dreams of my heart to myself for 63 years, what I thought I would never see hit the light of day, is illuminated. We will make it, and it is the youngsters who will see to it we do.

 

…and in my heart, it is Christmas morning.

Just Ask

 

It’s time, I think to say this. Be warned, this is a completely subjective account with no proof, and it’s probably going to mar my credibility factor, (can you tell I was born in the 50’s?) but what the hell, its time.

At around four years old there is something about the consciousness that changes when you reach a certain growth stage… it’s like at four you finally fit in the body you’ve been growing into, and have a sense of self, or that the information in your brain has reached a tipping point for you to realize that you are you.

 

That is the age that the night terrors began – well, that I can remember, that is. I was terrified of my dark room at night. I didn’t like my closet, and even though my mom would open the door for me, and show me that nothing was there I knew she was wrong, because I could feel it. Years later I would call it the ‘presence’. It was kind of like that feeling you get when someone is behind you. It would make my skin crawl. I was so scared of this that I wet my bed, rather than get up, because if I made a cocoon of my covers, hid in that cocoon, I was safe. My poor mother. Well, I got over the bed wetting rather quickly. I also was still terrified.

 

There were multiple trips out to the living room every night for drinks of water, a snack, any excuse I could think of; questions about life, why the sky was blue, what would we do tomorrow – kids can be very inventive. When none of that worked, it degraded into threats and spankings. Light seemed to help me, so when they would close the door, I would go turn on the lights, they assumed I was playing, and I would, of course, get yelled at. I also hated having the door closed – that meant help was too far away. Which, of course, meant that eventually the door lock was reversed so they could lock me in and the ceiling light bulb was taken out. I learned how to breathe under the covers and they eventually quit locking me in so I could use the bathroom. To this day, I prefer the doors all open, and I hate absolute dark.

 

On one of those nights, after repeatedly getting yelled at and threatened, I was so depressed and sorry for being ‘bad’, and feeling so helpless because nobody believed me, lying in bed trying not to cry, trying to figure out what to do. I asked the question to the air around me, “Is everybody, everywhere, this mean and angry?” like, is this all there is and will this be the only way it is? (My sister was about 2 years old, making me about 6 years old, I was in the top bunk – so she had to be old enough to be in a bed, not a crib.) I was on the verge of finally falling asleep when I asked this question, and I will never forget what happened next.

 

I was somehow with a group of people, they were adults. I could not so much see them as feel them, and there was in my mind, a dusky image of shadowed beings in a circle or bunch. One person was speaking to me, but I could feel all the others. There was so much love. The person speaking was a she – she felt like a she – I couldn’t see her. What I was given to understand was that, ‘No, not everybody, everywhere was mean – could I feel all the love surrounding me?’ My tired little body and heart fell asleep to that, cocooned in that feeling of love. I remember thinking that this was the way it was supposed to be. I did not fall asleep afraid. (The tears still come to my eyes writing this)

 

This began an odd sort of relationship. I could ask questions, and get answers. The answers would be in my head as little globs of information that had feelings, and information and fully formed concepts. Sometimes at night, if I didn’t have questions, ideas would pop into my head for me to think about. For instance, I ‘knew’ whoever it was who loved me didn’t live on this planet. I really wanted to be with them, but knew I couldn’t. I knew they would help me if I needed, and if I asked questions, I would always get an answer. One night it occurred to me to ask why my dad was so mean. The answer to that came to me was so simple, so complete…easy. There was something that had happened to him, there was a sore spot somewhere deep in him, that hurt. He was hurting, just like me. I surmised if I could get in there to that sore spot it would get better – just like the people who loved me, helped me. There was a word for it, and that word was telepathy. I wanted to do that for him. After all I was only six or seven at the time, and I had felt that love and I wanted to love him the same way, because he was my daddy. My dad and I did make our peace, years later, but that is a whole other story.

 

My next question, right on the heels of that was How could I do that that (?), I knew I just had to learn how. There, right there, at around the age I started school, I decided my life’s path. The places looking for this skill, this answer has led me are the story of my life.

 

This epiphany made many things in my head click. By the time I was a bit older, I had put together the idea, that these people who loved me didn’t live on this planet. I didn’t call them ‘aliens’ because I didn’t know anything about ‘aliens’ – it was 1959 for heaven’s sake and I was only 6. I just saw them as people. Really nice heart strong people. People I wanted to be like.

 

They were not the only people I had contact with either. One time when I was in 5th grade, I was sitting outside in the evening just before sun down, I got a wild idea to just see who was there. So I mustered up a great big ‘HELLO!!!” in my mind and sent it flying up as high into the sky as I could. I made it echo, it was so loud. This presence I had never felt before – sort of like a stern professor-ish male, almost military being that I must have caught off guard turned around and looked right at me with this surprised awareness, like ‘who the hell are you, and what do you want!?’ sort of thought. It was so powerful I knew right away I had made a big, BIG mistake. Yikes! I ran inside and hid – like that was going to help…

 

I learned to read early. I loved reading. In about 4th or 5th grade I found the magazine “Amazing Stories”, and others that had flying saucers in them or on the cover and begged my mom till she relented and bought them for me. I found Adamski, Menger, Van Tassel, Frank Edwards, Grey Barker, John Fuller (The Interrupted Journey) Lobsang Rampa. Rampa led me to Tibetan mysticism, and that led me to a theory of the world, and brotherly love that had bloomed in my heart so young and lo and behold (!) I found it in print. The entire world had opened up for me. (Another long story…)

 

To come full circle, we as a UFO culture are now realizing that becoming conscious, expanding ourselves and growing our souls IS the point of it – that contact is always in the ‘phenomena frequency’, and contact can be achieved with everything not just interdimensionals or off worlders.

Consciousness IS the Unified Field!

Because consciousness is the Third Physics and nothing exists really, without the noticer. There is a whole wonderful world just chock full of beingnesses that are pining for contact, in every kingdom – plant, mineral animal, energetic… We have a huge classroom right here to begin to learn with. Well, how do we begin?

 

How about, Just Ask, like I did.

*ok, one last. Not everybody or everything you contact is good or cares, just like in real life. Discern everything and every contact. When I was really young I always knew when adults were lying to me, or messing with me, and I could not help but tell them so – another thing that used to get me a whooping. It took a lot of learning to keep it to myself, but it made me an independent thinker. Anything you are taught or told, research and see how it fits in your life and your reality, realize that the connection points might take absolute years to make sense – especially if you are dense or fearful like me. A truly loving being will not scare you.  So even if you think you might want contact, you’ll not get it till your heart of hearts is ready. And then only in a form that you can handle. All the other stuff is bogus and you can tell it Eff-off and it will have to.  It took me a while to discover but, There Are Rules.

 

The crossover between phenomena and physics

…the relationship between physical theory (physics) and consciousness (energetics), expressed in explicit geometrical metaphor was understood and known many thousands of years ago. (1)

 

This, in some circles is known as the physics of harmonic systems entanglement. I just call it the Third Physics.

  • Everything vibrates – is in motion
  • Everything has a frequency rate to that vibration
  • Everything exists in a fluid medium (don’t get hung up on the … name)
    • Some call it the aether
    • Subquantum field
    • Zero point energy
    • Local space time
  • The frequency of that vibration in the aether creates an observable geometric structure meaning it can be measured; the geometry of the system is the spatial arrangement of the components of the system, subsystem or its Harmonics (ratio)

 

  • There are two types of energy structure:
    • scalar or contained within a shape (gravity) and
    • vorticular which creates the shapes and vectors (directions)

 

  • Scalars can act upon vectors and vectors can move scalars.
  • Every movement creates information in the field
  • The field is conscious
  • Everything is aligned with everything else in an open entangled system
  • Entanglement is a frequency ratio

 

  • The aether its self is not, as for classical physics, a passive inert ‘medium’, but an active transmutative (by ratio and frequency – resonance) medium of entanglement. That is energy is the result of  the ‘information’ in the field of space. (2)   Information being the resonance.

 

  • Organisms are a super-systems of entangled subsystems and are not only conscious but aware.

From this, all understanding can be acquired by a system of analogy IE: there is a ‘spiritual’ understanding for everything stated above, something so simple, but so reversed in our thinking that we need to question HOW we are thinking not so much as WHAT we are thinking

The information in the field is conscious. I didn’t say aware, but conscious. There is no-thing in the observable universe that is NOT conscious. For a thing to be conscious it must move and thereby create information in the field. We are information in the field as is all in creation. So are thoughts: information in the field – as the old theosophical adage goes “Energy Follows Thought”. A coherent thought can create even more information in the field, it can create by virtue of its intensity (frequency) and its intent (vector), creating changes in the local space time medium. These changes can either be physical or energetic, because there is no difference between energy and matter – just different configurations.

Intention – an inner direction or movement is different than attention – an outer movement or noticing. They are both vectors. They both handle a thought and give it direction.

Emotion or E-Motion is energy in motion or movement – a push – a vector, which would make thoughts a scalar packet/potential of information. A scalar potential in movement by a vector can and will find a sympathetic frequency in ratio to its own vibratory field.

The reason we do not understand the advanced high physics of the ancients is because we refuse to see thoughts as things and their relation to matter and the ability to alter the local space time using a set of geometries built to a matching frequency that can then be acted upon.

There are two main camps arising out of the current UFO/Phenomena field right now. One is a nuts and bolts, find the pie in the sky kind, and the other is an experiencer phenomena type that science can’t quite wrap its left brain around.

One thing I can see happening is this division between the two camps of thought growing ever wider – which, by the way is a psy-ops and will create a greater distance from the truth. It will also make it very difficult to merge the physics with this phenomena, the consciousness aspect that is already predicated from the quantum mechanics ‘observer effect’.

This schism is a somewhat natural effect of living in the left/logical brain for the last 200+ years and having in every way possible a chain put up around our right brain functions of imagination, creativity, spirituality (spirituality which is looking more and more like a misnomer to me and just more programming to make this type of functioning ‘bad’ ). I expect as we explore this part of ourselves a bit of over doing, over zealousness until we get a handle on it.

But what I am really trying to point out here is the Great Middle Path. Even as we heal from the cage we have escaped of scientism and corrupted thought, we must realize that the wholeness is what will open the door to the next level and that the Dweller on the Threshold is divisiveness its self.

 

(1) Joseph P. Farrell The Giza Death Star p.14 (Adventures Unlimited Press 2001)Hancock, op. cit., p.69    parens are my emphasis

(2) Joseph P. Farrell The Giza Death Star p.64 (Adventures Unlimited Press 2001)    parens are my emphasis

 

 

 

When two realities collide: Why I wish I was going to the ECETI Ranch

More than anything, I wish I was going out to ECETI ranch for the 2017 conference. Every time I listen to James Gilliland he reminds me of all that I know and knew and forgot from being a kid to 60+ years later.

I listened to two interviews today James’s As You Wish Talk Radio Show and Max Igan “The Coming 5G Roll-out & AI Will Transform Human Society By 2025!” . The two shows couldn’t be more diametrically opposed. However, both shows are about realities that exist side by side at this moment on earth. There is a third point I would mention that Alex Collier talks about concerning, the galaxy as a whole and a singularity that happens around this time that traps our entire galaxy in a fourth Reich sort of control system –  that he says the A’s and a number of other races tracked down to earth in this here and now. I would say that the Max Igan interview outlines the start of the singularity quite clearly. We see the results of the beginning of the singularity daily as it invades our lives beyond what he can even notice as dangerous because it is so underhanded.

Then there is James Gilliland, who presents the organic side of the equation. His reasoning is effortless and easy to understand. On a very human level he calls it as it is, and I don’t know about you, but when I listen it’s like I’ve always known what he’s saying. It could be because he calls up that memory from my soul, or it could be because I do know it, from all the contact and study I have done this life time.

The point is, that no matter how much I like technology, it feels ominous. I’ve been talking about our organic technology for the last several years on my blog – and I have used my own for a very long time. It is inbuilt. It is easier than you ‘think’ – in fact, you don’t think to use it… Everybody has it and you don’t have to do anything special, eat anything special, perform any special mental gymnastics, or any such nonsense. You only have to get past the programming that says if it happens in your mind ‘it ain’t real’ and manage to sit still out in nature for more than 5 minutes. Why out in nature? To get as far away from wifi and any other broadcast waves as you can. But really, you don’t need to because, should you decide, those vibes can’t stop you either, but they can be a distraction.

You’ve got to understand that what you have been told about who you are and what you can do is nothing more than a false set of precepts about what you should think about yourself and life. Artists and musicians tend to get around these falsities a little easier than some because the key to going there is imagination. The biggest lie told of all time to everybody is: “Oh, it’s all just in your imagination.” (as if they need you to discount that entire part of yourself) when, really, it’s the key to everything.

For instance, you use your imagination to pray to God, you use your imagination when you meditate, you use your imagination when you read a book, when you doodle, when you day dream, when the ‘I wonder about’ questions pop up in your mind. You are always using it – but you have been taught to pretend that you don’t. Talk about pink elephants…

…it’s easier than you think…

The transhuman agenda would have us believe that we cannot do any of those things without a device. It would have us believe that we are powerless in our human form. It will suck us in, bit by bit, until there is nothing left of the human soul and imagination and then prove to us we are worthless.

Therein is the trap.

I will just leave this here.

Think about it. Ask your imagination what it thinks about it. Go there. It’s going to matter – a lot.

Last night on F2B: Joy

Last night on the Jimmy Church Radio show, F2B (Fade to Back) we had guest James Gilliland. It struck me what a happy person he is. Not silly happy, but down deep happy, and therefore everything that he said, all his words, even if he was talking about difficult things, felt good. So many times I will listen to people reporting the difficult side of life – the pizza gates, the reptilians, the abductions, the satanic cults… and the tone of their voice, the vibe of their intelligence which rides their voice and words like a carrier wave is enormously depressing and negative. Sometimes even if their words are not about negative topics, what rides under their words is very dark.

Last night the presence and joy in the voice on the radio radiated warmth and humor like a bubbling spring. This translated to me and I awoke feeling happier than I have in weeks. What a gift! The best contacts I have had over the years have been the ones where there is a quiet joy bubbling (yes – bubbling, I like that word because that’s what it feels like to me) all around the experience. It is always how I know there is a positive being present.

In the last couple of years not all of them have been that way – and I immediately pull out and slam the energy barrier I use up and close down the communication. James is right,

“If you don’t like what you are feeling, do a healing!” – as soon as you feel it, and then talk to whomever is left.

rep10He said so many easy positive things last night. I have not voted for 20+ years for the very same reason he hasn’t – I did blog that… He talked about ET’s and what they looked like – since christmas (yes, little c) I have created 200+ mug shots of people. I asked to see them and they just come through for me. All I had to do was ask… they are all beautiful – even the reptilians – maybe I talk to their higher selves…who knows. There isn’t an ugly one in the bunch – maybe I just see the best side of them… I mean in my mind’s eye even I look 37… grins

Just from listening to his voice last night, I felt empowered and happy and strong and life was juicy again. I know I report on some harsh topics – like my last blog post – and it is hard for me to do it – but it needs done. It has a cost. I’d love to do nothing but post about sweetness and light. However, IMO we need to be aware of these things that would rob us of choice in the matter – the blindfold so to speak, that we might take it off before we hit the chopping block.

face20I’d really love to see these people in real life instead of having them have to sneak through in a channeled drawing – but this is 3D, and it is hard for most of them to appear here, now. Well, maybe if I get better at holding a higher frequency – becoming a stable emanating point of joy like James Gilliland, then I just might be able to consciously meet those whom I’ve known existed since the day I was born. It’s something to work towards….