They Are Here

Night comes too soon in the southern Appalachians.  It didn't use to be that way.  But when the sandman comes, you know it is time to fall asleep.

There is a looming presence in my room at night.  Now.  They are not ready for me to see them. But I do. I see them outside.  Their handiwork.  Stones fill the backyard as though someone is throwing them.  The mountain moves closer to my home.  I am aware.  Present.

I hear sounds that don't fit.  Shadows.  A knowing.  It won't be long now.  More and more of us know they are here. My head knows, too. It has been tiring.  Just absorbing all of this is wearing.  It is also a gift for which I am grateful. 

We long for answers.  In the people we are becoming, the answers don't come from the outside.  They come from within.  We are tuned.  We know.  Everyone is talking about it.

They come on the darkest of nights.  Mine did that July 20th, four years ago.  I was supposed to see it.  To witness it.  To spread the word.  I am doing just that.  Eyes are wide open.  Ears.  But we know.  We always did.

It is time to see the collective self.  We don't have to look beyond ourselves.  Our group is already present.  We merely need to acknowledge it.  There is nothing we have to create.  It is already here.

Here.

My UFO Encounter

I've always believed in UFOs. As a child I had and still have vivid memories of floating over the earth.  It was no surprise that I understood geography early on.  I understood a lot at the age of three.  I knew things most pre-school children would not know.  I could hear people's thoughts, feel their pain.  It isn't just that I am a Scorpio and have deep understandings, it is how I am wired.

My most recent recollection of abductions began in my thirties and forties.  I would go to sleep at night and experience unbearable pain.  I couldn't move, couldn't speak.  I could hear myself whimpering, "help me, help me."

The worst part of this was that I was alive inside and couldn't be heard.  This has continued for years sporadically.  What is interesting is that the pain abates immediately upon awakening.

When I took Reiki I certification, my classmates and I took turns Reiki-ing one another.  Every since person in class made a comment about my energy.  When the Reiki Master gave me an attunement, I was blown away.  She told me that I didn't need to go for more classes including Reiki Master.  She did tell me I had all the energy I would need for healing. I've Reiki children, adults, mules, horses, and all kinds of other mammals. 

After my UFO encounter in Sylva, North Carolina July 20, 2010, I began more and more sentient.  I started having piezo-electric effects which have continued.  I am earthquake sensitive. 

On October 16, 2012 I was living in seacoast New Hampshire when a 4.0 earthquake occurred.  I saw the walls of my apartment waffled.  Two weeks later, I had an episode of tinnitus which continued now.

On occasion I experience paralysis when I am sleeping along with extraordinary pain.  Since I moved back into my western North Carolina home, this has not occurred.

I will undergo hypnosis soon.  And, I will video-tape the session.  I will fill you in with the findings.

Enjoy the super moon!  Let go.

Four Years

Four years ago on July 20, 2010 a UFO was hovering 35 feet over the highway. 

My last post contains a photoshop of it.  The background is exact, the ship is a graphic.  It is similar in shape, the windows are much more narrow. The light emanating from the windows is much more diffused and not so bright.

UFO Encounter Revisited

This Sunday, July 20 marked my fourth UFO encounter anniversary.

So many have asked what the ship looked like.  This is pretty close to it.  The lights are not so bright.  They are a salmon-rose color with diffused light unlike anything we have here. But this is the closest we could get to the color and it is still way off.

The car was actually in the left lane, not in the turn lane as pictured in the photo above.  The background is real; the skyship and the car were professionally photoshopped. 

Knowing: Seven

                                          Seven

But that night, there was no mist.  The black sky was an enigma. I struggled to understand why.

My body tingled gently as I drove my car closer to it. My senses were heightened. 

The five narrow dimly lit salmon-rose windows centered across the front on the spaceship revealed no beings.  As my eyes scanned the ship some thirty-five feet over the ground, I heard a jet in the distance somewhere to the right and behind the ship, probably behind one of the peaks there.  I never saw the jet. It was conspicuously loud.  I felt like I was on a military runway.  The sound plays over and over in my ears.  Even now.

I felt the presence of something lurking.  Perhaps it was just over the ridge at Cowee Mountain behind those peaks. I’ll never forget that feeling.Pure evil.

The clock in my silver Highlander read 9:40 p.m. I kept looking at the road, amazed that there was no traffic on this otherwise busy highway for a July 20, 2010 summer evening.  Even my new Magnavox cell phone, purchased for its excellent reception in the southern Appalachians was working.  Nothing on the dashboard dimmed.

Below the twin peaks it hovered. I never saw it move as I drove under it.

             

There were vertical lines on the ship.  I can not remember how many.  I do remember looking for rivets.  There were none.

Looking backward at the spaceship as I drove under it, I could see nothing.  Not even the exterior of the back of the ship.

I thought about my mindset just before I saw the ship.  Somehow I knew I would see one.  I was probably more surprised that my premonition became a reality than I was at seeing the spaceship.  It felt like one of those times you feel in the zone.

There is something uncanny about being in the zone.  Everything is possible.  Like the athlete who is one with the football.  Just getting it over the goal post is a matter of the next step.  Everything is possible. 

Later I spoke to a pilot about the sounds I heard. I remembered the continued feeling of the evil presence of the jet sounds in the distance.  The pilot later told me the sound was the hydraulics coming from the jet just over the mountain range. It is a sound that will always be with me.  Deafening.

My knowing included my whole body experience.  The bodymind fully enmeshed. I savored this moment. None of this experience was housed in my brain.  That was one of the most interesting things about this experience. 

How I wanted to call a friend, to have other ears hear the sounds in the distance for the sounds were ear piercing. But included in my knowing was that it was not necessary to use the cell phone sitting on the seat next to me.  This was to be a singular experience.  I alone was meant to see this.  A conduit.

I  kept looking behind me at the two seemingly identical cars in the distance.  One in the fast lane behind me some half a mile and the other similar white vehicle in the slower lane further away than a quarter of a mile.

Even driving under the UFO the sky was totally black.  As I drove out from behind it, I couldn't see anything as I turned my head again looking back.  A void. But as I left this highway, crossing the bridge under Savannah Creek, it felt okay to make a phone call.  I telephoned a photojournalist friend.  He would more than understand.  I recounted my experience as I was glad to be home.  Safe inside.  At least on an earth plane level.  I continued to talk to my friend for a while that evening.

Being home felt like an illusion. I knew any being with this level of technology accesses what they want.  They probably read, know...my thoughts.  I wasn't kidding myself.  I had been exposed.  And more than tired, probably more from sensory overload.  My organic, ivory sheets awaited me.  Bed was more than welcomed.

Going, going, gone

This blog will be closing. 

If you wish to continue reading me and my ufo, literary and life encounters, please send me your e-mail and I will give you the new link. The blog will be closing on April 15, 2013.

The journey continues.

North Korea Is Hardly What It Appears

What is Going on With North Korea is Not What it Seems – by Benjamin Fulford

(April 3rd, 2013) – The biggest eye opener for me in decades of reporting about North Korea came seven years ago when a top Chinese government agent in Japan told me China considered North Korea to be a US colony.

The recent so-called threats of war by North Korea being widely reported in the Western press are in fact cabal efforts to intimidate that country as it seeks independence from secret US rule. The North Korean moves are a part of an overall East Asian move away from cabal rule.

However, recent corporate media coverage of North Korea makes it obvious that very few members of the Western media have a clue about what is really going on there. That is why I have decided to write a basic primer for the benefit of interested readers and policy makers.

The first thing people need to understand when looking at North Korea is to realize the country was set up by remnants of the Japanese army that was stationed in China during and before World War 2.

The regime in North Korea thus closely resembles the war time government of Japan with the main difference being the God King is named Kim and not Hirohito. Remember, what is North Korea now was part of Japan or under Japanese influence from the late 19th century until the middle of the 20th century.

Roosevelt in very frail condition at Yalta

The next thing people need to understand is that part way through the post-war US occupation of Japan, a fundamental change in US policy took place.

Following the murder of President Roosevelt by Nazi sympathizers towards the end of World War 2, a large part of the US intelligence community was gradually taken over by Nazis.

In Japan this meant that during the first part of the US occupation strenuous efforts were made to turn Japan into a pacifist, socialist country.


This group has, to this day, exerted serious but hidden control over the Japanese political world in the post-war era. That is why it is no coincidence that the headquarters of the unofficial North Korean Embassy in Japan, the Chosen Soren (North Korean Citizens Association) is located next to the Yasukuni shrine honouring Japan’s war dead.

For much of the post-war era, the North Korean group in Japan was headed by Yasuhiro Nakasone and was closely allied to US power brokers like George Bush Sr. and David Rockefeller. For example, until recently the 20,000 strong Inagawa-kai yakuza gang prominently displayed a picture of George Bush Senior at its headquarters.

However, this cozy relationship started to change during the Bush Jr. regime when Asian secret societies found out that SARS was a race-specific Nazi bioweapon spread by the Bush regime with the aim of wiping out much of Asia’s population.

In Japan the result was large, but unreported midnight gang fights pitting supporters of the Nazis or Sabbatean Satanists against Asian secret societies and their Western allies.
As a part of this ongoing struggle, a regime change took place in North Korea after Kim Jong Il was assassinated with a stroke inducing poison administered by a Swedish prostitute.

Yokota Megumi

The new ruler, Kim Jong-un, is the son of Yokota Megumi, a girl of Japanese royal family lineage who was kidnapped from a beach in Niigata when she was 13.

The Kim regime is thus very pro-Japanese. The regime change in North Korea led to a severe split between the North Korean government and North Korean organizations in Japan.

 Source: Veterans Today
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