You know that article I wrote yesterday?
Here are some correlations. Magnetic anomalies and gravity/time distortions – iron, UFO hot spots, resonant frequencies and biologic interaction effects.
Steve Mera: Jan 26, 2019
You know that article I wrote yesterday?
Here are some correlations. Magnetic anomalies and gravity/time distortions – iron, UFO hot spots, resonant frequencies and biologic interaction effects.
Steve Mera: Jan 26, 2019
Once upon a time (last Saturday and Sunday Aug 13th 2018) while watching the Perseid Meteor shower on a corner of a corn field by a gravel road…
Ginger and I had spent all day on the Tippecanoe river kayaking. I’d never kayaked before, so now I have new favorite thing. We’d come back to her river cabin in the late afternoon happy, tired and hot so we went in the river which was maybe thigh high and collected shells and generally cooled off, had a few cocktails and around 6-ish had a wonderful dinner she had planned. We all sat around and talked about old times and just had great fun. The plan was to take a nap so we could get up around 2am and go the perfect sky watching spot. Well, we never made it to the nap part because the company was too good. That night, Ginger and I collected our blankets and headed out to the spot at around 11:30 pm instead. A little early but we weren’t not going, and we knew if we laid our heads down it would be all over.
We proceed down the long gravel driveway that is the entry to several houses along the river all under a beautiful heavy, deep canopy of trees. You can’t see any of the cabins back there from the street and you would never guess that there were 6 houses. The drive meets state highway 119. Of course we stopped to look because the speed limit is 55 miles per hour, which means everybody drives 65. As we look directly across the street Mars is very low in the atmosphere and is a huge warm orange – orange like I’ve never seen it before, magnificent orange. I have also never seen it that low on the horizon either, which I’m assuming is directly related to how big it looked and how orange it looked.
We wowed over that and proceeded to cross the street and lay out a huge white quilt that Ginger had on the grass in front of the corner of the corn field abutting the gravel road on the other side of rt. 119. We were at least 300 ft. or more off 119 and the gravel road. We could see the night sky all around us in deep almost 3D perspective. There was no moon and it was very dark, and beautiful.
I was amazed because I could see the milky way. The last time I was able to see it in that kind of depth was in 1972 from the top of a mountain up in the Wasatch Canyon in Utah. We sat and just marveled. Ginger saw a meteor almost right away and it was huge with a green tail to it. I caught it out of the corner of my eye but not full on. Then we saw a very small one – a streaker from a different direction and decided that we should lay on our backs so we didn’t miss any of them.
Ginger kinda-sorta believes in UFO’s. We’ve talked before but she’s not nose deep in the whole phenomena like I am – few people are. I wore my “I already know” shirt created by Erik Stitt because I thought it apropos if we got abducted that night (snicker). So we are laying on the ground looking up and we both saw the next one – pretty cool – but not as big as that first one. The temperature away from the river and out of the canopy of trees was chilly. Ginger had worn shorts and was beginning to feel it. We were both dressed in bright white, laying on a white blanket. We weren’t thinking when we wore white.
I happened to find a rather huge rock under my back so I would lay back for as long as I could stand it and then sit up. The first time I was laying down, I saw a ship move over us in stealth mode. Stealth mode looks like the predator camouflage from the movie of the same name, or like the romulan bird of war when it decloaks, the stars around the craft waver in the shape of the craft all along the direction of its travel, that made this craft a round one. It traveled from NE to SE right over us. I can’t estimate how big it was because I can’t calculate the distance it was from me. I told Ginger what I was seeing and what ensued was a whole discussion about frequency and camo. She gets the frequency part – but has a problem that there would be tech that could use that information to create camo. She remained dubious and I would expect no less from her. I said, ‘That’s what the Fadernauts are doing up at ECETI right at this very moment.’ So I told her about ECETI (she already knew about the Faders) and how they were all calling in ships and yelling ‘Power Up!’ and about night vision equipment and the whole thing. I did show her the video of the first night up there when we got back. I saw another ship in stealth mode about 45minutes later – it could have been the same one, who knows. This time I just smiled and kept it to myself. Actually, I have seen ships semi materialized and they also produce that effect.
Being that it was Saturday night and 119 is the main artery into town along the river, there was traffic, and the thought struck Ginger that it might just look odd to people driving by to see two white bodies on the side of the road. We laughed about it and then decided to lay back down when we could see lights coming – like playing hit-the-dirt as kids. So every time Ginger would see the lights she’d say “Stealth Mode!” and we’d both lay down, and then laugh. Since we were both dressed in white laying on a white blanket, I’m not quite sure really how stealthy we were, but it was fun. We saw maybe between 11 or 12 more meteors, no more really big ones like her first one and decided to go back to the cabin and turn in for the night.
We make it across the street on to her gravel drive and under the canopy of trees and it got really dark, she decided to talk about Freddy Kruger and I was like, ‘Ginger, that is not scary in the least…’ so she brings up Bigfoot, and I tell her Bigfeet are scared of us, plus we are loud when we walk and we stink… So if they wanted to avoid us we’d never see them, they don’t like eating humans and find us repugnant and somewhat dangerous… By that time we were back at the cabin. I told her I wanted one more smoke before bed, so she sat with me at the picnic table and we talked about frequency.
She asked some very thoughtful questions one of which was where these dimensions are/exist. I remembered reading back in the 50’s either Menger or Adamski who wrote about this, where the visitor was telling him that these dimensions interpenetrate each other simultaneously and that at a different frequency Venus, even Mars were quite habitable. Basically the Hindu yogi’s say the same thing as do several other eastern traditions. Now, so does quantum physics and John Burroughs. When Ginger’s poor eyes started to glaze, I realized I needed to shut up and go to bed because she was gonna fall over in a dead sleep any second.
The next day we all decided to be lazy asses and just hung around in the river in lawn chairs and floats. The current was such that you could put a chair out in the river sit in it and the water would come up to just below your arm pits. Somebody had a floating cooler… so the day went. Ginger had another wonderful dinner for us and we did make it to our naps at about 9 pm and set our alarms for 2:22 at Ginger’s insistence. Well I woke at 2:15 without an alarm, made cold coffee in a water bottle so I couldn’t spill it, put on dark clothes this time so we could really stealth – lol, met Ginger at the door and out we went. She had these wonderful head lights that we both wore and off we went down the drive to the wonderland of stars at the end of driveways.
We get situated on a dark blanket in the same spot, because you could see where the grass was matted down from the last time, I said to Ginger, ‘Here, let’s use last night’s landing spot”. We both laughed. We had by agreement dressed in dark clothes. I tried to make sure I wasn’t over that same rock, and we sat down. Right away we saw a big meteor with a wide green tail to it go across the sky. Then there were many minor ones and two other really big ones, one of which Ginger called in, I almost missed the second one so Ginger says to the sky, “Do it again!” Sometimes I wonder if we really aren’t the fabricators of our own realities… Ginger has now been dubbed, Ginger-the-Comet-Caller. We saw approximately 30 to 40 meteors that night in two hours of watching .
Every time a car came by one of us would say ‘Stealth Mode!’ and we’d dive down and laugh. This was around 3:30 am and it was obvious I’d had too much coffee. Right in front of us was a drive way and this truck was pulling out of it – at 3 freak ‘in thirty am in the morning. And he must have seen us because he just paused there for way too long. Yeah we were in Stealth Mode, but his truck lights were right on us… Finally he turned away on to the road and left.
We kept watching the sky. Right above the tree line across the street Ginger and I both spotted a rather large yellowish dot of light at the same time. We had seen several meteors that night that came straight at us, got bright and then winked out, they were all green at that size. But this one got really bright then went down to a quarter of the light value and size and just hung there. So… I yelled Power up!…Please! And it did to just as big, if not bigger than before. 🙂 Ginger Said, “What??”, “Wow.” Then it went back down.
Just about when I was going to yell power up for the second time this cop car pulls up into the grass, all 4 banks of LED lights right on us. Talk about blinding… it takes about 15-20 minutes to adjust to the level of dark required to see the littler meteors. Ginger calls out, “We are watching the Perseid meteors, have you seen any tonight?”
He says, “I’ve seen a few.” turns around, gets on his radio, says something about what we were doing, called out “Ok, Ladies, have a nice night, I did get a call, so I was just checking.”, got in his car and drove away.
We were both like sheesh, ok the guy did call the cops on us! Immediately we both looked for our ship, but it was gone. So, we decided to stay for a few more minutes, Ginger wanted to go, but I wanted just a little more time. About 15 minutes later this yellow truck with a bank of four orange lights on the top of it comes cruising really slowly down the street. It creeped both of us out. I had an intuitive hit that he must have been listening to the police scanner and heard the report about us and I told Ginger what I felt. We were still trying to see one more before we went in. Personally I wanted to stay until dawn, when cruising just as slowly as before the same truck comes back the other way.
We both knew it was time to pack it up and go back. We grabbed our blankets and waited until he was gone and hightailed it across the street down into the deep cover of her drive way. She said good night and went inside to sleep some more. It was about 4:15am and, of course, I was wired from the coffee so I decided to sit in a chair and look at the sky from a hole in the tree canopy that was about 40 foot around. Tiny when you wanted to see the horizon, but ok enough to spot shooting meteors from.
I actually saw 12 more, three of which were big ones with tails. It would have been pretty perfect except that the same truck drove by one more time. I could tell from the sound of the engine. Not only that, it stopped and idled in front of the drive for a while. I was pretty creeped out. So I put white light around the whole compound of houses, and put up a mental barrier at the driveway that was basically: There is nothing here to see, move along, you will forget this driveway. Eventually the truck drove away.
But, (there’s always a but, isn’t there?) because of the creep factor and because the furthest house down had a huge sulfur flood light on a really high pole that kept going on and off, I became vigilant. Because I was vigilant, I attracted mosquitoes, who up until that point hadn’t bothered me and a couple of bats dive-bombed my head. So I made myself clear my mind, and settle down, and as a nice ending to the entire night, I got to see another ship. It wasn’t really until I sent a mental gratitude for the appearance, that I really was alright. You can always tell if you are heard, or if the experience was real because you will feel joy as a component part of the experience, which, I did.
Right up in the middle of the opening in the trees was a triangular constellation and off to the side was a smaller one that looked like it was foreshortened. They didn’t move for the two hours I spent watching. I got up to get more coffee and when I came back about 4 minutes later the big one was still there in the same spot, the little was gone. Ahem.
All in all, it was a really good week end with friends, food, beers, silly shenanigans, a river and the night sky. It was the first week end in a long time that I had zero connectivity with my cell phone (sprint…grrr). It really helped me feel better about missing Soul Tech, the very first Fader convention at ECETI ranch.
I know this whole opening into a better world belongs to our children and the future.
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.
Magic is to religion as technology is to science.
Radin, Dean. Real Magic: Ancient Wisdom, Modern Science, and a Guide to the Secret Power of the Universe (p. 35). Potter/Ten Speed/Harmony/Rodale. Kindle Edition.
What if we are going about the whole UFO/Phenomena question backwards? In a way religion and science are both constructs of how to think within a genre in a limited way – in a ‘It is this and nothing else.’ box. While, magic and technology are about engineering an idea to produce an effect.
Einstein’s 1928 Special Relativity Paper: incorporation of the torsion tensor made the theory bench engineerable – whether the math eloquently ‘finished’ the theory or not, the equation made laboratory invention of devices to change the local energy of gravity (1)
The Kaluza -Klein Theory that unifies gravity and electromagnetism by the introduction of a new spatial dimension: time, thus uniting Einstein’s theory of gravity with Maxwell’s theory of light by introducing the fifth dimension; four dimensions of space and one dimension of time. Kaluza assumed that light is a disturbance caused by the rippling of this higher dimension.
Dr. Nikolai Kozyrev and zero point energy, dynamic torsion and its effects on the physical medium like time alteration/gravity. (1)
Gabriel Kron’s tensor equations for electrical machines
E.T. Whittaker: electromagnetic vortices in the space/time medium
Tesla’s idea that the fabric of space time acts like a fluid to solid bodies and a solid to light and heat (1)
Lt. Col. Tom Bearden: engineering the fabric of the space time continuum is the ability to suddenly put energy into a target area and the ability to suddenly extract energy from a target area (1)
Thomas Townsend Brown: research into odd electrical effects led him to believe he had discovered a connection between strong electric fields and gravity, a type of antigravity effect (1)
We separate nature and culture – which is a known highjack of the scientism paradigm, we are limiting our ability to see beyond that box into a larger truth about what is actually going on. Now a-days we call it programming. But really, it is just another division of our wholeness. In phenomenology we are looking for the miraculous (in some sense) – on the fringe of what is acceptable. It is interesting that the governors of the box have recently ‘admitted’ the UFO’s are real and my first reaction is, ok, if they are admitting to that then what are they trying to hide?
When you begin to look at phenomenology as a part of the UFO definition, you are walking through a door into the world of real magic – or archetypal ideas that have a more numinous hold over the human psyche. Terrence McKenna says that the universe runs on story shapes, that story is the true shape of consciousness. The archetypes are self-aware story entities (like ETs, Eds) – clusters of those shapes make maps to embedded information shapes in the unconscious mind..
Story shape is a synonym for reality, so, when we tell stories, we shape reality. For instance, Genesis to Apocalypse is the story shape we are all living in and the story we need to rewrite. There was/is a hijack of our sovereign flow to stand outside that story (myth) and say, “Wait-a-minit! Ahem – NO!” We have forgotten how to reshape our reality.
Memory of that hijack in the Adam and Eve story line and the guilt we all were taught to feel from eating from the ‘tree-of-knowledge’ is real. We used to live differently before this myth structured the mass consciousness of all of us. We remember – a greater – deeper – more ancient way that things used to be and it is at the core of our awakening now. We do not realize the absolute potential of story to change reality – mold the prima Materia of living awareness.
In one way, this is the way to change the future by retelling the past and thusly creating a different now. Which brings me to my point: if UFO’s and phenomenology are now ok, meaning you can talk about them without the label of insanity, then the next set of ideas that are being held back are now the new set of information that becomes the crack in the door of the mind cage that is keeping us all dreaming darkly from that box, so to speak…
(1) Farrell, Joseph P.: Secrets of the Unified Field: the Philadelphia Experiment, the Nazi Bell, and the Discarded Theory https://alsionsbells.wordpress.com/2017/11/20/out-on-a-limb-no-a-twig-practically-thin-air-here/ https://youtu.be/NOhNdAagBrE
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 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.
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
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.
He 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.
I’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….
What if the UFO/Paranormal-physical experience is about an intelligence that is reflective (like a mirror) and telepathic. In that whatever your core beliefs are that is the experience you will have? This comes from the first ten minutes of a video I watched today from a UPARS lecture: Dr. Joseph Burkes (05-17-16) The ET Virtual Experience Hypothesis .
It is an interesting hypothesis and yes, doesn’t cover all of the phenomena, but could explain part of it. Have you ever considered that there might be more than one intelligence operating on the planet at the same time that is not indigenous to the planet, or that one of them is indigenous and the rest are not? AND… that none of them really have our best interests at heart or that they are simply responding to what they find at the core of each our beings – not bad or good – just reflecting back to us what we are? It is only our extreme arrogance that leads us to believe that we are the only ones with intelligence. (snort)
Here is the thing – people from all walks of life have been considering the question of life outside this planet forever. In every philosophical and religious school the question has come up. The only place it is shunned is in todays ‘hardcore’ scientific thought. If you grew up in 50’s and 60’s as I did, you were assaulted by the core philosophy of scientism. One that corralled you and very efficiently brainwashed you to quell any unusual thought/curiosity, on purpose in all higher learning establishments.
The curious thing is that, according to your belief system, whatever that may be, what you see/experience/and come to know as extraterrestrial is directly created by your core belief systems. This is interesting to me because it conforms a bit to the new-age premise of ‘we create our reality‘. So my question becomes, are we?
We are soooo used to fighting against, or working with a material world that most of the time is combative – I mean, my gosh look at gravity, it takes you at least nine months as a baby to master it enough to stand up and find locomotion – that the thought that it could be so totally effected by our core beliefs – which we consider ineffectual thoughts seems downright ludicrous to us. But, as you get into the fringe you begin to realize that thoughts can be actual things… And, you are told that whatever your core belief system is, that is what the universe delivers to you even if you don’t know what your core beliefs are. (Talk about convoluted) So in one way this reflective intelligence might just be the universe giving us exactly what we believe (or have been programmed to believe) making all the phenomena we experience sort of caused by us – or at least called by us. On the other hand, have you ever noticed that nobody likes being that responsible for themselves? Could it be that we are all so very intuitive that we run away from it? If we didn’t we couldn’t function in a society like the one we live in today. Caroline Myss goes into this in her book, ‘Invisible Acts of Power: Personal Choices that Create Miracles’. Or what if we are not running away but have been brainwashed away so that we are much more malleable and controllable by TPTB? IMO, its sneaking out anyway all over the place.
As a more organic matter based example of this, take these two recent articles:
Human-Pig Hybrid Created in the Lab—Here Are the Facts
Scientists hope the chimera embryos represent key steps toward life-saving lab-grown organs.
We have read about Chimeras in ancient history – we have seen it in Egyptian depictions of their gods. We re-imagined it, and here it is.
It’s real: Metallic hydrogen has been created for the first time. Hydrogen is now a metal.
By FIONA MACDONALD 26 JAN 2017
More than 80 years after it was first predicted, physicists have created metallic hydrogen – a mysterious form of hydrogen that could be capable of superconducting electricity without resistance at room temperature.
Scientists have long suspected that hydrogen could exist as a metal in certain parts of the Universe, but this is the first time metallic hydrogen has ever been created on Earth, and the material is even stranger and more fascinating than scientists imagined. From <http://www.sciencealert.com/hydrogen-has-been-turned-into-a-metal-for-the-first-time-ever>
This is only one of the many new ways science is being re-imagined. One of my favourites is Electric Universe theory – for a lot of reasons, not the least of which is the simplified math and no needed creation of fictional things to explain the evidence before our eyes, like dark matter.
BEN DAVIDSON: Promising Electric Universe Investigations | Thunderbolts Podcast. From <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOPgRDjw7dM>
Then we have a person who studies subconscious trends in the human population by analyzing human linguistics and it seems we do have quite an influence on what does happen and how it happens, and even know about it before it happens. Not that I think his conclusions are correct – however, the data is very interesting.
So, why wouldn’t the alien hypothesis of a reflective telepathic intelligence be correct too? What would be the easiest way to understand a culture that has no correspondence to you, or your experience, but to reflect back to it what it thinks and observe it’s reaction? The old adage of ‘what you turn your attention to expands’ is looking more and more like it is correct to me. Which, if true, needs to be born with all the caution and wisdom we can muster, lest we turn into another ‘Forbidden Planet’. The Buddhist philosophy of the Middle Way is looking better and better all the time.
My thought for the day…
This is a continuation on my ruminations about how language is our arbiter of reality. I’ve thought about this my whole life, but the new movie ‘Arrival’ really sparked some new thoughts. Plus I’m not as smart as Laird Scranton.
Important definitions used in this article (More at the bottom)
Hiero- in its combination form
Hierophant: In ancient Greece, who interprets sacred mysteries or esoteric principles
Hieroglyph: A character or word supposed to convey a hidden meaning
Sacred: connected with God (or the gods) or dedicated to a religious purpose and so deserving veneration. “sacred rites”
I am starting to work out in my mind, that we really did have a telepathic sense that worked well enough that language wasn’t needed. Part of this discovery is trying to trace when we lost it, so that on looking at the before and the after I might be able to piece it together enough to understand what happened and why. Why did we lose this ability? Laird Scranton in his conversation with Jimmy Church was able to enlarge on this growing theory banging around in my mind ever since I saw Arrival, the movie. (https://alsionsbells.wordpress.com/2016/11/17/language-is-the-metaphor-for-time-change-the-language-change-time/)
That and a Clyde Lewis interview of Dr. Michael Salla where Dr. Salla gets into context in meaning and describes two kinds; high context with metaphor and low context that is supported only by words like on twitter and face book. What I began to understand was the importance of context and metaphor in piecing this puzzle together.
Laird Scranton’s description of the buildings at Skara Brae as living metaphors for the human body – in that the hearth was where the heart should be, in a building that was a depiction of that body…well, our metaphors for the heart are words like nourishing, loving, warming, encompassing (where we gather to get warn and cook nourishment and have light to see in the dark) were a direct message that these people were well aware that the body was a habitation and metaphor for the soul. Therefore their dwellings reflected that knowledge in the way they were built and used. When you visited you were surrounded by what they believed, as you physically moved through their metaphor who and what they knew about themselves and the universe were your physical environment. No words needed. Just total immersion in the information – complete and utter context, as rich as it gets.
Which is my next point: they didn’t need a written language, who and what they were was in their eco/geographical context and their creations. Their relationship to the universe was in what they created and immersed themselves in. Walk into any home today, and I’ll bet the only indication of any modern sacred practice, metaphor or connection you will see are all the electronic screens and cellphones and computer stations and tablets… But nowhere will you see in any environment anything that indicates we are even faintly aware of being a spirit alive within a body… As a matter of fact, if you look at the metaphors present in homes today, you will become aware of how separated we really all are from ourselves and our world.
So where does telepathy fit in all this? Well, it is my suspicion that around the time of Skara Brae, people were still very much telepathic. That being one of the main factors why there isn’t a written language. There wasn’t a need for anything written down. Communication was instant and immediate and should anyone forget all they had to do was take in the metaphor all around them ( one huge symbol) that indicated in every way possible their place in the cosmos and their connectedness to each other.
Somewhere between the Dogon reaching Africa and the Egyptians creating hieroglyphics we lost telepathy and I am willing to bet it was the whole reason WHY symbols came out of us! (One of the meanings of Hiero is anger – did our anger, where ever it came from separate us?) All of a sudden we were very needful for a way to extend our meaning and give it context – of the deepest kind, because we had lost it all when our telepathic ability vanished. Thus we get the Egyptian hieroglyph with 3 contexts: sound (a representation of the sound you hear, like our letters), Word (single word meaning – like tree, or cat), Quantum Concept ( metaphor – like a representation).
When you miss the greater context, it is very easy to misconstrue the meaning!!! For instance, my husband and I play around with telepathy all the time. I’ve never really gotten anything across to him with real clarity, whilst it is very easy for him to share a song in my head; if there is music playing in my head, it’s his fault. Last week on Wednesday we came out of the movie Arrival in the evening. The air was crisp and the moon was huge! I went directly outside to have a smoke. I was almost done and beginning to wonder if he was wondering where I was. So with this new idea of context in my heart, this time I not only sent him a picture of where I was standing, I sent him what it felt like, standing there. Thirty seconds later he rounds the corner saying to me, “All of a sudden, I knew right where you were!” He had originally thought I stopped by the ladies room, which I hadn’t. CONTEXT!!!! It’s starting to mean a whole lot to me.
The next piece to this confusing puzzle has a lot to do with the words. Hieros, for instance; it combines with a whole bunch of other words, making very interesting meanings which really are a metaphor of our thinking process even today and how it controls us. Hiero means sacred or priestly. See Above.
Sacred – in Latin is sacrum. The sacrum is lock point (nexus) of the divine into matter in the human body. The base chakra. It means the ‘Breath of God in Manifestation’. Another way that the Skara Brae showed this was in the way they lived in their dwellings – a metaphor for life-with-in. Once there was a need for symbols and this innate symbolism was divorced from real life, language became a tool to divorce us from this concept by telling us that there was a hierarchy and a hierocracy. Constantly reminding us that we were not part of the ‘priestly caste’ or any of the real knowledge they held a part from us. Further, in French the word hiero is a combination form meaning…. wait for it… yesterday. That, my friends is a language time-bind.
Further when you look at the combination forms like, hierophant (one who interprets sacred mysteries ), or hieroglyph (a character or word supposed to convey a hidden meaning), you are once again removed from the perception of the subject to seeing it through an intermediary, instead of direct perception. Our language is riddled with subjective word meanings that tell us in a myriad of ways that not only are we not capable, nor should ever attempt to perceive this divine element from inside, or, gods forbid – literally, on our own.
I have been talking about the technology of this ancient take over for some time in various ways on this blog. Last night during Jimmy Church’s tribute to Bill Cooper (episode #561 in the Fade to Black You Tube channel) I realized that it may be more that just one of my hair-brained theories. He was also convinced of it, and if he had had the opportunity to talk to people like Laird Scranton and a few others on what we are just recently beginning to understand and dig up out of our far history, I am sure he would have seen the link. How would you conduct a take over of a planet under the noses of other advanced races that might stop you, without being noticed?
You would infiltrate a people before written language, you would then have a hand in developing that language, and you would embed awareness codes in that language to make sure that people created their own control cage to your specifications by the way they used the syntax, context and meaning to describe their reality. If they were telepathic you would have to change that by reducing their ability or breaking it, fully expecting them to take another thousand years to regain it, but by that time the language control system would have been well embedded in the entire planet along with fear based control systems like religion promising that any type of ultra awareness was evil and punishable. Why do you think pre-language children are more aware of the paranormal than us and dogs and cats for that matter?? No language cage.
Then you, very slowly so as not to raise any extra-planetary suspicions, force their technological development so that you could insert yourselves into the global situation to control a myriad of requirements, cultural thought and control systems.
When they reached a certain level, you would then be able to show your presence by using the previously developed EBE’s from their own planetary DNA as Extraterrestrials visiting earth to further force technological development towards your plans. If you are conquering the known galaxy, you need armies – planets of armies. And in their game plan a thousand years of development is nothing. Not when you have a life span of hundreds of thousands of years.
Are you beginning to see the innuendo, programming and societal control systems embedded in our very language? We use language to extend meaning to one another and describe the reality around us. Can you understand that part of our inability to think ourselves out of the mindset we have is due to the words we use to think it – to describe our very reality??? And now are you beginning to see why we are stuck in not only time and war, but spirit and soul on this planet due to the language we use? The way we think ourselves into reality.
hiero- Word Origin a combining form meaning “sacred,” “priestly,” used in the formation of compound words: hierocracy. also, especially before a vowel, hier-. ( in french meaning YESTERDAY)
hiero- or before a vowel – hier- combining form: holy or divine: hierocracy; hierarchy.
[from Greek, from hieros]
Collins English Dictionary – Complete and Unabridged, 12th Edition 2014 © HarperCollins Publishers 1991, 1994, 1998, 2000, 2003, 2006, 2007, 2009, 2011, 2014
eis- / Indo-European roots
eis-In words denoting passion.
Oldest form *h1eis- or possibly *h1eish2-.
4.gisarme, spiegeleisen from Old High German īsarn, īsan, iron. Both a and b from Germanic *īsarno-, “holy metal” (possibly from Celtic).
[Pokorny 1. eis- 299.]
HI’-ER-O-GLYPH (-glif) noun ; Picture writing.
A character or word supposed to convey a hidden meaning
From: Funk and Wagnall’s New Practical Standard Dictionary 1946 (yes, an actual book I have sitting in front of me)
The term has been used in English since 1727, borrowed from glyphe (in use by French antiquaries since 1701), from the Greek γλυφή, glyphē, “carving,” and the verb γλύφειν, glýphein, “to hollow out, engrave, carve” (cognate with Latin glubere “to peel” and English cleave).
The word hieroglyph (Greek for sacred writing) has a longer history in English, dating from the first Elizabethan translation of Plutarch, who adopted hieroglyphic as a Latin adjective.
In archaeology, a glyph is a carved or inscribed symbol. It may be a pictogram or ideogram, or part of a writing system such as a syllable, or a logogram. In 1897 Dana Evans discovered glyphs written on rocks in the Colorado Desert. These ancient characters have been called the most enlightening discovery in Native American History in the 19th Century.
HI-ER-O-PHANT hi·er·o·phant ˈhī(ə)rəˌfant/ noun
noun: hierophant; plural noun: hierophants
a person, especially a priest in ancient Greece, who interprets sacred mysteries or esoteric principles
late 17th century: via late Latin from Greek hierophantēs, from hieros ‘sacred’ + phainein ‘show, reveal.’
SACRED sa·cred ˈsākrəd/ adjective: sacred
connected with God (or the gods) or dedicated to a religious purpose and so deserving veneration. “sacred rites”
archaicblest “the priest entered the sacred place
SACRUM – other meaning: the tail bone. Also the sacrum where energy binds to matter in the human body and comes in to manifestation: The breath of God Manifested.
(no, this is NOT a spoiler)
Important word meanings in this post:
All links to other articles are in purple
The Armenian name of the Lord explains the oldest origin of the word God we have at 3,000BCE. God means ‘he is’ or ‘I am who I am’
When the ‘IS’ was just one,
before it decided to ‘BE’,
its sound was eh – or breath – or energy.
Once it decided to ‘BE’, it became the many, the logos (meaning ‘I say’).
John 1:1 | Law of One | Word Etymology
In the beginning was the Word,
First Distortion: freewill/multiplicity
from Latin frequentia, from frequens, frequent- ‘crowded, frequent
1.the rate at which something occurs or is repeated over a particular period of time or in a given sample.
2.the rate at which a vibration occurs that constitutes a wave, either in a material (as in sound waves), or in an electromagnetic field (as in radio waves and light), usually measured per second.
and the Word was with God,
Second distortion: Law of Love / attraction
Resonance: Latin resonantia ‘echo,’ from resonare ‘resound’
a. the ability to evoke or suggest images, memories, and emotions.
b. the reinforcement or prolongation of sound by reflection from a surface or by the synchronous vibration of a neighboring object.
and the Word was God. (E-motion/energy in motion was god)
Third distortion: Law of Light / manifested universe
78.9 Questioner: Now, we have the first, second, and third distortions of free will, love, and light. Am I correct in assuming that the central core of this major galaxy began to form with the third distortion? That was the origin of our Milky Way Galaxy?
Ra: I am Ra. In the most basic or teleological sense you are incorrect as the One Infinite Creator is all that there is. In an undistorted seed-form you are correct in seeing the first manifestation visible to the eye of the body complex which you inhabit as the third distortion, light, or to use a technical term, limitless light.From <http://www.lawofone.info/results.php?q=3rd+distortion>
Creation: the action or process of bringing something into existence
cause (something) to happen as a result of one’s actions
Breed, generate, engender, produce, make for, promote foster
We now know that the universe was created from one photon, the amplituhedron, which immediately fractalized, made smaller copies of the original in holographic form – which set up a resonance and then by rhythm/frequency created light or first visible form.
Language is kind of like this third law, in that it is the third derivation from truth or original meaning of any idea or feeling you try to communicate. Language is reductionist, an approximation of a thought/feeling. Implicit in language is the necessity of context. Context has two parts to it.
High context wherein metaphor is used (Metaphor: to transfer – to carry over – to bear – across)
Low context wherein the meaning is inferred in the words themselves
Language is the third iteration: (from Latin iterat- ‘repeated,’ from the verb iterare, from iterum ‘again) derivation of a pure meaning: (Old English mænan ; related to Dutch meenen and German meinen, from an Indo-European root shared by mind) – remember the game of telephone?
Think back to the Tower of Babel metaphor. If ‘god’ took our universal language and broke it into many other languages, then what would that first all-inclusive language have been? Telepathy?
Telepathy is all inclusive. It has meaning, emotion, intent, metaphor and context.
This makes telepathy the purest meaning of a communication
Telepathy (from the Greek τῆλε, tele meaning “distant” and πάθος, pathos or -patheia meaning) in its newest understanding can be defined as:
Mind to mind/soul to soul communication where context is implicit in the communication and emotional intent is obvious as part of the meaning, and there is no underlying subtext that could be held back from the communication (i.e. no lies).
On a more fringy note: language being the third derivation of purest meaning is also a way to bring into existence a reality, in that it is part of this third principle, the third distortion, the word as god. Words are symbols. They hold a general meaning and a meaning only for the one who hears or sees them. This is why everybody’s truth is slightly different from everybody else’s.
People are a third iteration also. Spirit – into soul – into body. We are our own meaning and our own symbol. We emit light and we emit an electromagnetic field as part of our life process. This field is continuously changing due to our thoughts and feelings. We create our context by our hands, faces, gestures, actions which are all part of our moment to moment meaning as a spirit and a soul having an experience in a 3D (third derivation/iteration) body.
From the third derivation also comes the sense of time. Time is implicit in our language – and we are also limited in time by the ideas implicate in our language because language is the way we think about things, structure/or program our reality, our knowledge. It not that we need more information, or to think differently about time, it’s that we need a different structure for time itself – we need a whole new vocabulary. This is because it’s the way our concepts of time are configured through our language that keeps us here, stuck in the current bobbing along with no means to navigate our journey…
Have you ever thought about going forward in time to your best case scenario and seeing what you did to make it so and then go back and do it??? In effect that would be the future changing the past… And yet, in our world that concept is a fairy tale because everybody knows that the past, now and future are discrete, separate and effect each other in only one direction… We know this because of the meanings implicit in those three words, past, present and future – even in the way we know how to organize which came first and then next on the words of this page. What about: past – present – now? In that if you want to change your now, you need to change your past and you do that by accessing your future to find out what you did to get to your now…
Some would say that is only imagination. I would say maybe, that your imagination is how you access time. I have written numerous times (in fact the whole damned blog is about this) about perception, the quantum box, the glass ceiling… about the societal rules that keep our minds in the ‘proper’ order – lest we go off on tangents and discover marvelous things that would up set the status quo – the proverbial apple cart… They all stem from using your imagination – from breaking all the rules you can in your own mind, from listening to your own inner muse, the one who begs you to write your own fairy tales and dream, to dare to reconstruct the so called laws of reality to fit your soul’s dreams. To, if you have to, very quietly in your own mind, break every rule you are/can become aware of concerning what you believe/have been taught is real and what is not. Do it!!! Dare it!!!
To bring this back to the information at the top, When did we first develop the concepts that have cemented our awareness into the rigid structure we now live in? I’d say it was about the time of the reptilian invasion – when the word “God” first showed up in our language… Jus say’in.
Food for thought. Food for the coming becoming.