The Widowmaker

The Widowmaker

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That Damned Cat!

    This is one of those things I put in the category of  'so, I got that going for me'. Yea, that's a Bill Murray school of thought nugget for you all.

    It's early one Saturday morning and I am in the process of waking up. You know what I am talking about. The place where you get the feeling it is early in the morning and there is nothing to really keep you from falling asleep again and you really just want to doze back into dreamland. That state where you are aware of what is happening around you, but you are literally five seconds from having a dream. Everyone has been there. The struggle between waking up and falling back to sleep for another hour or so. That space.

    

    My bed lies next to a window. The window is situated about three inches above ground level and my room is in the basement. The window does not have a screen on it and there is only a light curtain hanging in front of it. It is very easy for an animal to jump through it and it has happened before. I once had my dog, a small fox terrier, get frightened in the middle of the night and suddenly he is lying on my bed next to me. So there is a possibility of anything jumping through the window as in the summer it was always open.

    I am in this state of waking up and I am aware of the curtains fluttering above my head in the window so I know the sun is starting to rise over the mountains. I am guessing it is between six to seven in the morning. It is around the end of July so I know it is going to warm up fast and I am debating in my head on whether or not I am going to go back to sleep.

    Directly to the side of my bed I am hearing the soft purring of a cat. The cat got in the room, I thought to myself as the debate in my head between sleep and opening my eyes went on. 

    We lived on an acre of land and my stepfather decided, since we lived in the country, it was a license to get any animal that would fit on the property. So as a result at any one time we had numerous cats, dogs, rabbits, chickens, turkeys, ducks, goats, pigs, horses, hell, even a mule at one point. And being the oldest guess who milked the goat? Yea, goats can be milked...who would have known?

    So when I heard a cat purring in the room right in front of me I wasn't surprised. But I really wasn't in the mood to get up, either. My thought was 'damned cat got in the room' and when I decided to let it roam around because I was going back to sleep I hear the cat let out a soft meow and at that point I decided I really did need to show it the door. 

    'Damn it! Gonna have to get up and usher it out the window', I thought to myself as I slowly started to return to the awakened world. But, wait...we don't have a cat right now, do we? No. And we didn't. We just so happened to be out of cats at that point. So who's cat is this? Where did a cat come from? And how is it positioned beside my bed? Is it just kinda floating in the air? I had no nightstand...just a headboard with plenty of compartments for alarm clocks, etc. So I was struggling with the concept of a cat floating in mid air beside my bed.

    The minute I opened my eyes to check out this cat that was purring right next to my bed my whole body froze. It felt as if every muscle in my body had just died and I was completely frozen. I couldn't even do as much as twitch my finger. I was completely frozen. I could open my eyes and look around the room. But that was it. 

    What immediately caught my eyes was not a cat at all. It was a pair of hands and partial arms floating right in front of my face. They definitely were not human. They were small grey hands about the size of a small child's hands. And instead of four fingers and a thumb like a human hand, there were only three long slender fingers and a long thumb. The arms extended out into the room and just kinda faded off somewhere near where the elbow might have been if there was a whole body attached to them. In its left hand it was holding a blue rod similar to the one in the picture and I watched, frozen in fascination, as much as really being unable to move, as these hands just hovered in the air. I remember blinking a couple of times wondering if this was really happening and yea, it was. 

    After what was perhaps a minute or two of watching these hands floating in the air they slowly started to move towards my forehead until this rod was resting slightly above my nose and centered over what a lot of people term the 'third eye'. I remember it feeling cool and slightly tingly as it was placed on my forehead. All of a sudden the right hand pulls back and smacks the end of the rod fairly hard and I can feel my head bouncing back into my pillow as this rod enters into my forehead. These hands do this for a total of nine times and everytime this hand pounds the end of the rod I can feel my head pushed deep into the pillow until finally, after the ninth time, the rod is like two thirds of the way inserted into my head. Finally the left hand releases its grip from the rod and I can feel the rod just slip into my head like it is somehow being pulled from within my head and with a sucking sound it is fully inserted and the hands just fade away leaving no trace of anything having ever happened.

    There was a full release of my body at that point and I immediately sprang into a sitting position and shouted out into the room "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!" I know, huh? What else are you supposed to do when a spare pair of limbs shows up floating in mid air and inserts a glowing neon blue implant into your forehead? Do I have to tip you? Or dude, you left something behind? It was just totally befuddling and I had no clue on what I could do about this event. Just, DUH...AHHH...DUH?

    As soon as I shouted out in the room a voice responded, not in my head telepathically, but an actual verbal communication that was audible through the room.

    "It is a device to activate your ability to see and to monitor events. We will come back later and show you how to activate it."

    So I am going through the day thinking about this thing in my head and wondering about the activation part and wondering if I should have just responded with a resounding 'no way dude' when these hands first were noticed. I am not sure what a full mental resistance would have done though. Maybe this was all just a plan I had agreed to so in the end I just followed through when they showed back up. In the meantime I just pushed through the day as my whole head tingled and I eventually brushed the event aside as the day wore on.

    Sometime in the middle of the night I hear a voice waking me up and I find myself wide awake and sitting upright on my bead. I don't go from rubbing my eyes and thinking about getting out of bed and shaking off the grogginess, rather I just am wide awake as soon as I hear this voice in the room.

    "Please sit straight and with an erect back. Visualize the energy flowing up your spine from the bottom of the spine and focus this energy through the middle of the forehead."

    With that I followed the directions and visualized the energy flowing up from my root chakra all the way up my spine and focused pushing this energy through my forehead.

    At this point my head pretty much explodes and it feels as if every hair is like a pin sticking in my head. It is extremely uncomfortable and the spot where the hands pushed the rod into my head the night before began to burn as if my forehead had suddenly been sunburned. 

    This was the only time I would hear this voice or see these hands and arms.  But for two weeks I carried around this red spot on my forehead that itched with the skin eventually peeling much like a sunburn. People commented on my weird skin condition but what am I gonna tell them? Sooo, 'it's just a rash of some sort' I would reply. It took quite awhile before the rest of my head felt 'mostly' normal. My head felt like pins and needles were sticking in it for a week afterwards. It took a full month before my head felt comfortable on my pillow again. But yeaaa baby, it really did open up my third eye!

    The whole point of having experiences is not so much the experience itself, but the underlying implications of the experience. The fact I am having a multitude of experiences is that I agreed to them upon some point before the birth process. It was an interdimensional agreement of some sort. We all have some sort of agreement before we are born and my agreement just happened to originate with the ET world although there are some angelic elements thrown in as well.

    All in all, this universe is a very convoluted universe, and just when you think you 'got it', something pops up to help you understand you ain't got nothing! Go with the flow. Live in the moment. Something is always around the corner to help you 'unfigure' things.

SHABALLA

Blessing of the Ancient Ones

    

    

Ontological Shock

    When Professor John Mack was alive, a tenured Professor of Psychiatry at Harvard Medical School and Pulitzer prize winner for his 'A Prince of Disorder', he delved very heavily into the UFO abduction phenomenon and wrote a number of books on the subject of alien abductions. As a result of his work he coined the term 'Ontological Shock'. He describes 'Ontological Shock' as Quote: "everything they (abduction/contactees) thought was real is shattered by this" Unquote. Taken from the BBC documentary 'Everyman', (1998).

    Every contactee/abductee has had some form of this 'Ontological shock'. I was no exception and it traumatized me and put me into a form of PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome). I would suppose everyone who has had their paradigm shattered with near death, alien abduction, and alien contact, could react the same way. Quiet suddenly your mind is blown away with the concept you were wrong about human life all along, The box you were living in no longer exists. It is a life shattering experience. 

    This post delves into my own 'Ontological Shock', and how I perceived it. Maybe it will be relevant to someone out there? 

    I was brought up in probably one of the most conservative areas of Utah. Very mormon and I would suspect ninety five percent of the residents of the small town of a couple of hundred people were practicing that faith. Back in the day they decided they wanted to build a second church to worship in so the residents all got together and built it with their own hands and money from their own pocket. It was a very tight community. And again, very conservative. In fact one day as I was driving down the street I saw a democrat standing on the street corner by themselves with a large sign encouraging people to vote for him. That was probably his whole campaign fund right there. I felt sorry for him and pulled over.

    "You have got to have the loneliest job in Utah", I said as I pulled up to him. 

    He just laughed and replied, "yea, I think so!"

    I gave him a couple of dollars I had in my pocket and wished him luck. He needed more than that, though.

    So when I had my awakening experience in 1984 it was just that...ontological shock. I was a born again, repentant soul. I was a died again true blue believer and I was very fervent in projecting my faith. I wanted everything my faith had to offer and took it all and ran like a bull in a china closet. I was absolutely sure I was going places within my faith. I was a teacher in the Sunday school, mens quorum, and eventually was in charge of the whole Sunday school program. I was absolutely convinced I was heading to heaven and was going to sit on the right hand of God. I was totally bought into the program. This is kinda what I felt like.

    The problem was, the universe had other plans. I had been having contact experiences my whole life. Weird little things that left me confused and wondering if something weird was going on. Missing time, my bedroom lighting up at night, nightmares of things taking me in the night. And in the summer of 1984, right in the middle of my religious fervor, I actually had my awakening experience. In one night I really understood what the hell had been happening to me over the course of my life. It totally blew up the whole religious experience I had been going through. 

    So this awakening I had just been introduced to by my little grey friend just turned my life in a hundred different directions. There were a million questions in my head and I had no place to go for answers. In a small religious community like I was living in talking to my ecclesiastical leader wasn't really an option. I am sure he would have told me I was possessed or being inflicted by satan or some other weird stuff. It was just a week earlier I was in the library and happened upon some sort of UFO book. I looked at it and said yea, right, devil, and put it back on the shelf. I literally had no idea on who to talk to about this. Later in life Judy (BIO mom) found out what I was doing in the ET realm and said it was of the devil and I should stop it. It wasn't at all right.

    

    This was the beginning of the internet that Al Gore had just invented. You know, dial up aol that you installed with a floppy disk? 14k modem? The dials, the beeps, and if someone picked up the rotary phone you lost the connection and would have to start all over again. All on a desktop computer with the computing power that would fit on a chip on our cell phones now. 

    On the internet I was able to find a guy named J. Allen Hyneck from Northwestern University in Illinois who had just set up an organization called CUFOS, (Center for UFO Studies). So as soon as the house was empty I found a corner of a room where no one would hear me and called the number listed on the website. I was relieved when the phone was answered by what must have been an intern and we talked for at least an hour. In the end he asked me to write down everything that had happened and send it to him through the postal service and that they would respond as quickly as they could.

    In spite of camping out at the mailbox when I knew the mail was coming I never heard back from them and was never able to get back in touch with anyone at CUFOS. So I buried the whole experience in the back of my mind and put on a good front within the religious community I was involved with and carried on. I literally had no idea on what else I was supposed to do with the whole event. I was totally lost.

    I hid this event for thirteen years.  I tried to pretend it never happened. I really had a hard time trying to understand why this could happen to one of 'Gods chosen ones'. This is really where my mind set was at the time and man, I will tell you, the PTSD was real. I really couldn't figure anything out in regards to religion and how it fit into the universal scheme of things. Teaching lessons about something I was questioning was showing through by my lack of enthusiasm and after awhile I dropped the church teaching thing. I had read all the literature about UFO abductions I could find, which was not very much, and was languishing. I couldn't pull anything stable together.

    It's kinda like this. In life you have a box in your mind. Everything you learn is placed in the box and you are able to put the pieces of the box together called your mind, ethics, cultural beliefs. In a sense, the box is your belief system. Along comes something like a near death experience, UFO contact/abduction experience, and before you know it another box is introduced to your psyche. So just what is your belief system now? Box A which you have been taught exists? Or box B which has just been introduced to you through the new experience?

    

    What ended up happening in my case is I just kinda blew up both boxes. Nothing made sense so the 'Ontological shock' just kept on going for thirteen years. I had in reality, set up a floating belief system. There was a lot of stuff in box A I kept just to keep me somewhat grounded. Though that can be debated. And it took a long time to try to figure out what was in box B. After thirteen years I was sitting alone in the back of the church worship meeting, watching all the families in the congregation do their thing. Mormons are very big in the family realm. If you are single, and more specifically a man as a single parent, there isn't much use for you. It gets really awkward. One Sunday I just looked around and asked myself what the hell I was doing here and got up in the middle of the meeting and walked out. After that I was determined that the only answers I was going to find rested inside myself. What choice did I have? I couldn't deal with the religious faith anymore. It was at that point I started a journey inside. I was really determined to find out what had happened to me thirteen years ago and I made up my mind I wasn't going to stop searching for answers until I could find the truth about why, what, etc... I even asked them, whomever them was, to take me down the rabbit hole. The answers were there somewhere.

    I spent the next twenty years on a shamanic/mystical path, only to understand the rabbit hole would take several lifetimes to explore. I only have one. Live this life now or it passes you buy.

    'Ontological  Shock' affects people differently. The level of PTSD associated with it can be intense, or it can be almost unnoticeable. I would find myself lakeside during the middle of the day screaming at the top of my lungs, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" While at other times reveling in ecstasy for nights on end at the stars in the sky. I had a whole summer like that. Until you get a handle on this 'Ontological Shock' which Dr Mack so eloquently described, you are an experiment. Like Pavlov's dog, you chase the light.

So all in all, just be at peace for what you are, the great, I AM.

SHABALLA

     

    

Dream a little dream...or is it?

 

    This post may be a bit long. And be forewarned towards the end of it I am going to be a little graphic on certain events that transpired. I always have a bit of a time coming to a determination of what experiences I can, or should share, with anyone who wants to read any of the posts I submit. There is not a reason to grandiose anything I have experienced, rather it is a desire to share some of the events an experiencer goes through during their lives. Contact is as much a spiritual experience with most of us, as it is a physical event. And it can also lead to a deeper connection with the "I AM". The experience of contact touches someone on much deeper levels if you allow it to and you don't get stuck in the drama of the event. So with that said I thought I would share a bit of the dreamworld I experience from time to time. Just within the last six months to be precise.

There is a thing I have had happen to me I refer to as Interdimensional Bleedthrough. It is real and I have experienced it a few times so let me explain why I have termed it this way. Many years ago when I was new to what I refer to as 'consciousness sharing', something that the guys (off worlders terms, not mine. Kinda like a astral projection/remote viewing thing) told me I was doing, I was caught up in a meditation where I was introduced to a being in the lower worlds which turned south really quickly. Bottom line, without going into too much detail, as I held up my hand she bit me on the arm. This introduced me to the shaman world where I would have to battle to regain control of my senses again after a years long battle. And here is what I am talking about when I say interdimensional bleedthrough. When she bit me I felt her bite physically in my meditative state. It hurt so bad it momentarially brought me out of meditation and I jerked my arm off of the armrest of my chair. Not only did I react as a being traveling through the lower world of my meditation, I also reacted violently in my physical state. So I was experiencing the spiritual event in my physical state. Interdimensional bleedthrough. I carry the wound in various aspects to this day some twenty years later.

    

    I work nights. Over the last couple of years it has been almost exclusively twelve hour days five days per week. Having said that I do have a lot of vacation time as well so if I get too exhausted I don't hesitate to take a couple of days off here and there so it's not as bad as it sounds. The reason I mention this is simply because when you get home at one in the morning there really are not a lot of options on things to do. So yea, I unwind with a little television before bed. A lot...I mean a lot...(did I mention a lot?) of paranormal television. 

    So one night I am cruising through the channels and stumble on a show about real life stories on exorcisms and the actual clergy from different religious persuasions who performed them. Great! Right up my alley, right? And the first story is about a lady who came asking one of the priests for help. The original interview, based upon what the priest was recalling, started with his questioning the young woman in his office. She introduced herself as a world class violinist who had been successfully touring with an orchestra all around the world.

    He started with the obvious, why are you here and what makes you suspect you have a problem that may be demonic in nature? Her reply brought about the usual signs of infestation and oppression. Things such as tapping on the walls, things moving about the house on their own, strange odors around the house she couldn't get rid of, and finally, scratches on her body she couldn't account for, mostly while she was sleeping. He responded in that it did indeed sound like there may be some demonic activity and continued with his mode of questioning,

    Have you ever played with a Ouija board? No. Have you ever dabbled in the black arts? No. Have you ever performed any ritualistic activities of any kind? No. Have your parents or siblings ever dabbled in any type of satanic activities? No. In fact her whole life appeared normal with a happy upbringing and the priest could not understand how she could have ever gotten in the position she was in. He was stumped and frustrated and truly believed she had a demonic issue but didn't know why. However, she did mention one last thing as an afterthought.

    "I did have a very vivid dream a few years ago though. I had been working very hard to gain a reputation. A spot with an orchestra somewhere. I really wanted to get somewhere with my talents and for years it was fruitless. I was very despondent. I felt stuck. One day I just threw my bow across the room and screamed I would sell my soul for a spot somewhere! Anywhere! That night I had a dream. At least I think it was a dream based upon my frustrations I was going through. Dreams are like that you know. Especially when you are frustrated. I have had dreams like this before...still? It was off somehow."

    It was at this point the priest got his ahha moment. The break he was looking for and he immediately understood what had happened. 

    She described the dream in detail. She had been sitting in a chair across the table from a handsome looking man who was well dressed. She was engaged in conversation with him and the conversation was rather pleasant before they eventually were talking about her profession, which she was delighted about. 

    "You know what? I can offer you a contract if you like? You can go on tour with us, play the world."

    She asked him what the terms were to which he responded with a chuckle just your soul. And in the dream she laughed along with him responding, yea, right. 

    At that point he pulls out a paper contract and asks her if she would like to sign? She shrugs her shoulders and responds, yea, why not? He didn't have a writing pen so he just asked her to prick her finger and press her finger against the paper. Which she did. She wakes up in the morning thinking it was just a really weird dream and quickly puts it in the back of her mind. Coincidently, a couple of months later, she lands her dream gig and two years down the road some really weird stuff starts happening around her and next thing you know she needs the help of a priest who performs an exorcism.

    This was purported to be real. From real exorcists who had performed real exorcisms. Still, it's a form of reality television. Sooo? I do have a tendency to believe this one, but only from experience.

        So my experience with the latest dream is similar to what I just wrote about and happened just a couple of months ago. It does get a bit vivid in details so be forewarned. It is real. Very seldom do I remember dreams, and usually not in such vivid detail. Whether or not I was being forewarned? I probably was. It is demonic in nature. The dreamworld is very strange and ranges anywhere from contact experiences, angelic, ghost, deceased, and yes, occasionally the darkside does exhibit itself, but rarely does.

    So the experience opens up where I am in a room full of white light. A door is behind me. To each side, above and below, everything is pure white. There is a counter in front of me extending from wall to wall. It, too, is white. On the other side of the counter is just a blackness. The black is so dense it is like there is a total lack of light. Nothing to see in there. I can't see anything behind the counter.

    As I am standing there, a couple of feet from the counter with my hands to my side, a figure emerges from the darkness. He walks up to the counter and places a couple of vases on the counter and smiles at me. This being is looking and acting like a very well know celebrity figure. But I don't think he is. I remain silent as he places both his hands on the counter and stares at me.

    "You know, these are priceless ancient South American vases made by the Aztecs." 

    Standing from where I am I can see inside them and there is nothing but a black hole much like the shadows he walked in from.

    I just smile and nod.

    "They can be yours you know. All you have to do is this."

    With that he reaches down beneath the counter and grabs a knife resembling a Persian curved blade and very quickly runs the knife across the palm of his other hand. His palm starts bleeding profusely as he smiles and places it on the nearest vase. The blood is now smearing all over the vase as he slides it up and down the side.

    "That's all you gotta do. That's all you gotta do and they are yours."

    He offers me the knife, but I don't want anything to do with it or his vases. In fact, I take a step back towards the door behind me and he sees I am about to leave and he raises his voice as he walks over to what looks like a white surgical sack hanging from the wall next to him. He slashes at the sack and a thick green goo slides out and filters down the wall. It flows like blood but it is green,

    "That's all you got to do man! That's all you gotta fucking do! Just do it!"

    Now he is really getting angry and he is raising his voice and getting aggressive, but I am feeling like he just can't get over the counter.

    "JUST FUCKING DO IT MAN! FUCKING DO IT! JUST FUCKING DO IT!"

    At that point I leave the room and shut the door behind me. As I do I hear the vases crashing and breaking against the door. He is extremely angry and I hear his voice so loud the room is rumbling.

    "JUST FUCKING DO IT MAN! JUST FUCKING DO IT! FUCKING DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!"

    So that was intense. I have had some experiences in life. That was a blood contract. It would have been what I referred to at the start of this post as an Interdimensional Bleedthrough and would have ended up the same way as this lady ended up. Stuff happens. It's the nature of things. If you are involved in the interdimensional aspect worlds open up. You have to deal with it. In the end there is always something or someone helping. Don't let the ego tell you you are the best and brightest. There is always something bigger than what you think you are.

Damned Demons! WTF?

Sometimes dreams are just dreams...but when they're not?

 Gratitude

     

Aura's, the three selves, and DNA

     

    Before I was born and while my biological mother was in labor, I was introduced to her by a grey being. We were both together floating above her in the corner of the delivery room in the hospital as she was getting ready to give birth to me. As we were communicating with each other telepathically and just before he left he left me with two messages he thought were important and he wanted to make sure I would remember them by emphatically placing images in my mind.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

The first image was the spiritual nature of the human body. The human aura which is activated and powered by the seven chakras in the human body. The whole purpose of the aura and these chakra energy centers are for protection and connection.  So the auras represent the seven dynamics of the human soul. For those not familiar with the chakras they start at the base of the spine and work their way through the body to the crown of the head. These chakras are the same color as white light which make up the light prism. When all the chakras are healthy, the aura is healthy, and the aura then helps to prevent unseen energies from attaching or bonding to the body. The human eyes are really poor at seeing outside the limited visual 3d spectrum. Therefore there are many unseen things wandering around in the environment. Raymond Moody's book entitled "Life After Life", which is a book about after death experiences, touches on an event where a bar patron who is drunk has a weak aura and the aura actually is fractured when he falls down. A waiting entity then enters his aura where he is then stuck with an attachment. I've seen these particular entities and have had to deal with them before as attachments on others. I call them 'drug demons' simply because they seem to be attracted to the change a body goes through energetically from foreign substance abuse and seem to like the 'feel' the drug produces with the introduction of a foreign substance into the body.

    I was in the process of recreating an image of a 'drug demon' with a computer program I have for the purpose of placing it in this article. I was simple in my design of it. I just wanted to show what I have dealt with before during an extraction. Unfortunately, things got really crazy and I had to cleanse my laptop, room I was working in, as well as my aura. So I had to stop my re-creation of the entity. The simple act of visualization had the effect of calling it out so I had to stop.

    Some of the work I have done with people in this field has been wild. When I find whatever energy is hanging around an individual and discover how it got there that is half the battle. Casting them out can be varied in process. For me, it has led to things like my bed literally shaking after I have seen what is causing the issue with the individual, electronics not working, etc... A demon always seems to have horns of some sort and glowing eyes. While a curse demon that travels through the generational lineage looks more like an imp or gremlin and rests on the shoulder or around the legs. However, after having said that, there are entities of various types other than what I have mentioned that love to cause havoc. 

    In the end though, the ultimate state to get to in regards to a strong chakra is to be able to combine the seven chakras back to their base state which is one singular chakra of white light located in the center of the aura. It would be a state of ultimate oneness with creation and would also create a powerful state of existence. Unfortunately, it is hard enough to maintain a strong chakra system let alone combine them naturally into one center force.

    The other thing my grey teacher left me with before I was born was the nature of DNA and how it works in the human state. 

    The way it was explained to me was is that human DNA is nothing more or less then a 3d recording device. It is rather crude in comparison to an enlightened beings DNA which works off a light dynamic. Human DNA works as it was intended to work, but is flawed in how it works and what it has been through since it's earthly inception. 

    Adam and Eve were not meant to be real beings. Perhaps they were? Who really knows? (I am sure feedback on my position will be ensuing. Nevertheless I can explain my position as it was explained to me.) Rather they were a representation of two perfected DNA strands. One representing a male strand, the other a female strand. Combining them together is a perfected child of the couple, which then can reproduce likewise. But the DNA was damaged due to unforeseen earth changes in the environment and so this catastrophe lead to what human beings are today. Hence, the fall. Loss to source connection. Think of it like this. You have a perfect master recording for a musical piece. You make lots of duplicates from the master and then suddenly the master copy gets a scratch on it. What do you do? You fill the scratched part (Damaged DNA through natural physical repair, with a replica piece) but it is never the same and every other reproduction based off of the master now reproduces differently. The DNA develops spots where light is limited and these are the spots where humans are trying to clear due to past lives, carried grievances from life to life. It is also the point where physical deformations arise. The whole purpose of life is to clear our DNA and make it whole. Overcoming the flesh.

     As a result human DNA became suspect to disease, reincarnation, etc... and a place was needed for humans to go to after death to recuperate. That's what I call the heaven realm. 

    Overcoming the flesh is the process of aligning with true self. There are three selves. The physical self which is the conscious self. This self is isolated from spirit. Earthbound DNA so to speak. Total animal with needs based upon the five senses. You live one life based upon genetic lineage and when you die...that's it. You only have generational memories within the physical DNA matrix.

    The second self which is the eternal self. This is the spirit self or unconscious self. The DNA from this self has a total remembrance of all lives everywhere. Humans get their remembrance of past lives and karma from the DNA shadowing where assimilation of the physical body begins.

    Then there is the subconscious self. This is a self created by the mismatch of light between the conscious and unconscious selves. It is the self developed as the buffer between the selves. As a rule, due to the subconscious self protective measures, the physical (conscious self) rules over the spirit (unconscious self). Overcoming the flesh is simply when the unconscious self finally takes over, ridding the subconscious self entirely. This allows the DNA to flood with light and rid itself of dark impurities. Overcoming the flesh so to speak.

   

    Anyway, possession does not always exhibit itself in the traditional catholic way. I am in no way trivializing demonic possession. It is very real, although rare, and does need immediate and proper attention when possession is present. I'm talking the four stages where infestation, oppression, obsession, and possession exist. Not all possessions operate like this. These are possessions where demons are actually trying to take over the very DNA of the body in a process I call DNA shadowing. The longer an entity hangs with the physical body, the more its DNA assimilates with the DNA of the host. This is the entities way of true and total possession. And when a bodies aura breaks down, the body is then open for business, so to speak.

    There are different ways an entity takes over and it is much more subtle than the traditional catholic way. Not all entities are looking for attention and they are certainly very aware of how the physical body operates. Sometimes it is control of the mind and subconscious self they are most interested in and would prefer to operate hidden from the traditional possession which is affiliated with catholic tradition. The stuff we hear about from the church, the movies, etc... So in this way it is much more insidious and can be much more effective towards the entities cause. A silent, hostile takeover. I have experienced this and it is no fun watching yourself self destruct or act outside your belief system without a way to stop. It is like watching your body act on its own despite your wishes to correct what is happening. The process of shamanic extraction with this entity left me with an empty head where I was alone with my thoughts. The extraction left me teetering on the brink of sanity for a couple of weeks and I was very fortunate to have some pretty good support during the process.

    Bottom line for possession and the ability to clear it, regardless of what type of possession it is, is how long is the possession allowed to linger. The longer the entity hangs around, the more settled it becomes in the shadowing process. Shadowing being overlapping and assimilation of dna material. The more assimilation the entity or demon acquires, the harder it is to remove and in the worst case scenario, death is a result after removal.

    When I had what I call "the awakening" I was standing in the rear of what I assumed was a garage. It was dark outside and in the garage were a lot of boxes stacked up against the wall on either side. It was apparent someone had just moved into the home belonging to the garage. Standing next to me was my grey teacher and he had an outstretched arm and was pointing to something at the other end of the garage floating in front of the doors. I followed his outstretched arm and noticed where his long finger was pointing to and noticed a shadow being of some sort pacing back and forth from one side of the garage to the other. I watched as this being seemed to bounce off the garage wall and turn around, only to hit the wall on the other side of the garage and bounce off, repeating the process. It kind of reminded me of a carnival attraction where you shoot the ducks as they cross the booth and then have another row of ducks going the opposite way. This kept going for a couple of minutes before he spoke telepathically to me.

    "IT IS FORBIDDEN TO WALK THROUGH THOSE!" His thoughts echoing through my head like a bullhorn.

    He wanted me to understand, in his own way, you do not share space with these types of beings which I now understand are demonic in nature. Coincidently, the individual who moved into the home was later found to be molesting his daughters and ended up on prison. So I am assuming there was a correlation between this demonic shadow being and some sort of possession.  Though one can not be sure as it has been a long time since I came to understand what was happening at the time.

    Bottom line, not all possessions are obvious. Human beings are complex beings who have the ability to hide many things in various ways, Sometimes the voices in your head should be examined and questioned at times. Benevolent beings will understand being cautious and questioned. Malevolent ones however, do not and will eventually demand confirmation to their will. Always examine, test, and question source. There is great respect from the other side towards a verification process

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Interview with Third Eye Salon

NOBODY

 

    I just gotta laugh at some of the responses I have had to some of my interviews and chats I have had with various individuals and groups over the path of my life. It doesn't matter if the responses come from articles in magazines, MUFON interviews, zoom interviews, or a couple of tv gigs I have had, the response is generally all the same. As is the same with others like me who may have had experiences with off worlders. Some of the responses are spot on. Other responses are just weird. The main response is about how ludicrous the UFO subject is and how I must be off my rocker. Very harsh and critical and usually an immediate near hatred towards the idea people are getting abducted. They want me examined by a psychiatrist and locked up. Others will study my body language in order to determine if I am lying. I assure you I am not. I will tell you the exact same thing I did thirty years ago because that is what I remember. And I do remember everything as clearly now as I did thirty years ago with no change. That's the way it happened. Truth does not change. I have no need to lie. The truth is strange enough. And then there are those who tell me I am not that special. I am a nobody. This is what I would like to address. Not that it matters or that I really care what anyone thinks or says about what has happened to me. I am speaking on behalf of those who are not willing to speak. So now I will speak for the "NOBODIES" in the world who struggle with the WTF moments as much as I do.

    The strange thing about being abducted is, yes, most of us abductees and contactees are nobodies. We come from all walks of life. We see something strange in the skies, or in our rooms at night, or in the fields outside our house, or driving down the road with missing time. Most of us are "nobodies". We are never going to be influential in the world. We will live our lives unknown with the small exception of a few souls that speak out. We walk around with spiritual gifts as a result of the contact experience and always have a sense of why me and what the fuck! We feel like outcasts even though we will walk around at our jobs and appear to be normal. We are the "nobodies" in life. We are not that special in the world. And yet we all are. No one will ever know it though.

    So when someone tells me I am not all that special and the things that happen to me are ridiculous, inside I just smile, laugh, and agree. I am not that special. And that is precisely what makes the whole thing with beings in black, so to speak, so bizarre! The whole experience of men in black and like beings harassing ordinary people makes no sense at all!

    I have been told many times and in many different 'expressive' ways not to talk about the subject of ufo's and aliens on earth. There are a lot of things I do not talk about in public, some things that are straight out of the twilight zone. I could have collaborated some of this stuff that has happened to me with Rod Serling and gotten a script written. It is really bizarre stuff that leaves me thinking 'did that really happen?' And then I think about all the cases I have run across where men in black have actually showed up and most of them are to the 'nobodies'. Farmers who report something to authorities. People driving their cars home from work and see a UFO or something strange on the side of the road. People who see something weird and call it in. Ninety nine percent of humanity are destined to be "nobodies."

    Back when I started having my experiences I was just that, and still am, a 'nobody.' I was broke, a single parent living with my bio mother who was a single parent, and I was highly traumatized from PTSD from my experiences even though I did not recognize it as PTSD at the time. I would look around and wonder what the fuck was wrong with me? Why couldn't I live the same life everyone I grew up with was living? Where is the house with the white picket fence and wife and kids and steady career? I was in full PTSD trauma mode. Yea, I am not that special and never will be. I am just a working stiff on a nine to five job keeping it on the low down at work so people don't isolate me because I am strange and I still have to make a living. I deal with occasional PTSD and struggle so as to not get stuck in the drama of the experience. So do most people who have lived the experience, whether it be positive or negative in nature. Life goes on and we are all here to deal with life in all its complexities and nuances.

    

    So when someone tells me I am not that special...here's to you bud! I will be the first to toast you with a strong one and let you know how right you are! Not just for me, but for all of us who are floating in the same boat with the alien dial card in our back pocket.