MARS

 The Red Planet

    In the early years along my path to self awareness and while I was deeply embedded in my PTSD and still trying to figure out the what and why of this whole abduction phenomenon there was a process I was having of leaving my body and exploring the universe. This was something I was truly fascinated with and at times I would get lost in this process of exploration.

    How the process generally worked is I would sit down in my favorite chair with the headphones on where I would listen to some hemi sync music and fall into a deep trance. From there I would take myself through a process where I would allow the energy to flow through my spine and shoot myself out of my body. Once out I would then hold my space, usually on the top of the house or someplace stationary to where I would get my bearings and stabilize myself. From there I would state my intention, or someone or something would be waiting for me and escort me on a guided tour. I never knew where I was going to end up in these instances but it was always interesting.

    This particular time I had the intention of going to Mars. I had been reading about Mars and it had been on my mind. My readings included a lot of remote viewers and at the time the Cydonia region, due to the face and the pyramids, was in the frontline among all the conspiracy sources and recent pictures of Mars by the rovers and satellite images NASA had been releasing. 

This is an actual image from NASA of the area of Cydonia on Mars. The upper right center is the face with various other structures located nearby. It can be argued today on the validity of the structure being an actual face as when it is zoomed in the structure actually loses some of its features. While there are other structures nearby that are quite weatherd due to age and sandstorms over the centuries. 

My goal was to visit The Mars pyramids, if I could, just to see they were indeed pyramids, and to see if I could travel inside them.

    No sooner had I set my intention for Mars when I found myself standing in a room. I assumed it was earth and I was slightly dejected as I looked around and saw laying on a couch to the left there was a young guy just lounging around reading a magazine as if he was on a break or something. The room was well lit and perhaps fifteen feet from left to right. On the far end, perhaps thirty feet away, was a regular patio style sliding glass door, very similar to what most kitchens with an outdoor patio might have.

    The room was carpeted with a sickly brown and yellow shag carpet with like a thick stringy weave, quite popular at one time back in the day. Off to the right hand side there was a checkers set sitting on a table which looked like the game had suddenly been stopped and the players had just abandoned it and walked off.

    Other than the guy on the couch there was another guy on the far side of the room laying in a chair with his eyes closed, a large projection TV across from him off to the left side of me. I stood still for a moment wondering if they could see me. Neither one of them paid attention to me so I assumed they were not aware I was there. I had no idea where I was or why I was in that particular place. But I assumed, based upon what else happened, they may have been involved in some sort of remote viewing or consciousness studies of some sort. I often wonder about that.   

    I wanted to explore this area more but I couldn't. Something was drawing me to the sliding glass
doors and with that I walked through this room and straight through the doors. At that moment I felt like I was transported, like walking through a portal, and I found myself standing next to what amounted to a very large structure. Something very old and ancient. And even though it was large I felt like most of it was buried in the sand. It was really weathered and I got that it had lost most of its shape, but I did sense it was indeed a pyramid of some sort. I actually landed, for lack of a better word, somewhere between the crater slightly up and to the right and next to the pyramid. Still, it was not where I felt I needed to be and with that I was rushed from that particular area and sped across the plains to a low lying mountain in the distance.

    I was drawn to a figure who seemed to be waiting for me and who was anticipating my arrival. Why? How? I don't have any idea but as I approached him his figure grew larger and larger until I found myself standing in front of a very tall individual who was standing on a mound next to a small lake. He was fairly tall. Perhaps six and a half feet and well proportioned with some striking features. For reference he was wearing what the lady on the top picture was wearing with similar features, but he was masculine similar to her face. I suppose if I were to photoshop the perfect match it would be a mixture of the two. If the picture of the lady above was more masculine that would be very close to the individual I was standing in front of.

    I stopped for a moment and looked around. There was a small hill to the left which flowed down into a shallow valley. The top of the hill was barren like the rest of the landscape. But halfway down the hill there was some sparse plant life. A half plant, half tree, this plant had sparse branches which reached about two feet tall with waxy looking leaves on it that branched out with a purple tint to them. They reminded me of a plant which might grow on the hills overlooking the ocean on some tropical locale. Towards the middle of the hill the vegetation grew a bit thicker and in the center of it there were some housing units scattered near the small lake on the left side. The houses looked very much like a Pueblo dwelling you would see in the southwest without the support timbers. On the right side of the lake there was nothing. No foliage. No housing. Nothing. I had the impression the lake was drying out and would soon be gone, along with the last of the foliage.

    "What happened?" I asked him telepathically as he smiled at me. 

    "We must leave," he responded. "The planet is fragile and it is no longer going to be habitable."

    "Why?" I asked.

    "There is a planet which is on a collision course and as it passes life will not be able to exist above ground. We must leave. The gravitational pull will destabilize the planet."

    "Where will you go?" I inquired.

    "The beings you call the greys have agreed to transport us to another planet. We are grateful for their help. We are grateful for the greys. They have technology which will transfer us to safety."

    With that a vision of a planet passing close to Mars, one that looked eerily similar to our moon, passed so close to Mars it looked as if you could throw a rock and hit it. It didn't hit Mars itself, but the strain on Mars was so strong it nearly split. I could see debris flying through the air and Mars shake and quiver as it literally split before the other planet careened away into space, leaving Mars behind. At that point I understood what he was trying to communicate with me and immediately after that, like a rubber band pulling me back through space, I found myself shooting back through the room with the glass door where I popped back into my chair.

    I really have no idea where I was in space and time at that point. When I entered the room with the glass door I had a very distinct feeling it was the present. But once I found myself on Mars I can't really be sure where I was in time. It could have been thousands of years ago, or it could have been much sooner in history. And where did these tall alien beings go? I don't know. I had the impression some of them may have come to earth. 

    Much, much, latter in time I heard about Charles Hall and his Tall White aliens at area 51 and they were remarkably similar to what I had seen on Mars. Were they Tall Whites on Mars? Was this the being I met? I really don't know. Unfortunately I was never able to retrace the energy trail and find out. So in the end it was really just another strange trip.

What a long strange trip it's been...

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